[Training] in the machinery of night

W E S S E X

“Alright then,” the General says with a grin, reaching for the unclaimed scythe. They have noble goals, if an odd way of speaking, she thinks, but it’s the doing, not the talking that counts. Always has, always will.

Now, Wessex isn’t as intimately familiar with whips as she is many of the other weapons. She’s handled them, used them, but is by no means an expert, so it’ll likely be up to Phi to work on mastering the weapon with trial and error. “The whip is most dangerous at its full extent, but once a person gets within its radius, you’ll have a problem. So let’s start with getting a full, forceful extension and keeping me at bay.”

Walking away from Phi, she tries to give them enough space to play freely with the whip while still having something to aim for. As for herself, she still carries the scythe in order to use its length to defend against the whip, so her sibling isn’t hurt by any backlash.

The Wraith

Code blatantly stolen from the fantastical, wonderful Odd