[Training] makes me that much stronger

WESSEX out of the night that covers me See, that's where everyone gets Wessex wrong, and this is the one time in which she will be in agreement with Zariah. Women who take what they want, say what they think in the tone that men use, are powerful and use their power unapologetically, and have little use for societal niceties are often termed monsters. According to most of Caido, her body makes her an abomination, her tongue makes her a bitch, and her mind… being a step or two ahead of others doesn't make her smart, it makes her manipulative. That might be what she's doing to Are. It might not be. Who knows. She doesn't sweat and doesn't pant, not actually having lungs or the need to move oxygen or cool off - well, that's never been tested, has it? How hot does an Ascended have to get to overheat and melt? How cold to freeze and shut down? How nice before she can gain something resembling his trust? She kept pace with him just to see what his pace was like, holding back on speed even when she couldn't hold back on nimbleness and sure-footed strides. As they pause from their warm up (you're welcome, by the way, can't fight for shit with torn muscles), Wessex looks over at the weapons and the dummies. "Target practice. Then finish with some wrestling." Something he might actually have the advantage in. See, see, see, isn't she nice? Going towards the barrel of practice weapons, she picks up a spear, tossing it from hand to hand until deciding that's not what she wants to use. More bow and arrow work, she thinks, picking through to find the important bits (fletcher arrows) and then heading back to face the dummies. There is more than enough room for Are to join and use the sacks of something as an enemy to be sliced and diced or stuck with arrows like a pin cushion. As long as he doesn't let on that they're representatives of Wessex, the two of them will be just fiiiiiiine. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul