[At the comment that her blades are tiny, she looked back down at her hand. The skull on the handle of the blade stared back at her- the mark and signature of her family, the body of the blade made of cold steel. She shoved the blade back into its sheaths.]
I don't want another blade. If I did, I'd make it myself. [She hissed as she made her way past him, swaying a bit, glaring at everyone and everything. She can't wield bigger weapon, she doesn't want to wield bigger weapon. She's an assassin, not a mindless fighter.]
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I don't want another blade. If I did, I'd make it myself. [She hissed as she made her way past him, swaying a bit, glaring at everyone and everything. She can't wield bigger weapon, she doesn't want to wield bigger weapon. She's an assassin, not a mindless fighter.]