Deimos had invited her to visit the Barracks, and being curious and always in need of a fight, she finds herself hunting out the place today. It is not all that hard to find, nestled into the Settlement as many things seem to be in the Grounds. It is about what Weaver expects to find, people moving between training grounds and the building, some groups sparring. There is one girl with flaming red hair by herself, a staff in her hands, practicing against a stuffed dummy that vaguely resembles a human.
Weaver makes her way over, standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching the girl for a few moments before making herself known (though certainly the other girl may have seen her before she actually speaks). “You know, she says, loudly enough to be heard over the clash of steel nearby, “most opponents will not stand still long enough for you to swing your weapon around for a while. Would you like a live target?” She raises an eyebrow, pulling the scythe from her across her back casually in a question.
“I’m Weaver, by the way,” she adds, figuring it might be nice to include her name before she gets into a fight with a random stranger. She could certainly use the practice, could certainly use to learn to keep her cool in a fight rather than becoming what she always is - reckless, wild, unedited.
Weaver makes her way over, standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching the girl for a few moments before making herself known (though certainly the other girl may have seen her before she actually speaks). “You know, she says, loudly enough to be heard over the clash of steel nearby, “most opponents will not stand still long enough for you to swing your weapon around for a while. Would you like a live target?” She raises an eyebrow, pulling the scythe from her across her back casually in a question.
“I’m Weaver, by the way,” she adds, figuring it might be nice to include her name before she gets into a fight with a random stranger. She could certainly use the practice, could certainly use to learn to keep her cool in a fight rather than becoming what she always is - reckless, wild, unedited.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
