Now, worth her "Salt," Helen has seen quite a few unusual occurrences in the wilderness, but after Ronin's partial transformation, even the fairly seasoned mercenary finds herself startled, so much so that after he disengages, her blade is instinctually raised in a defensive position, poised high by her shoulder and ready to strike. At this point, adrenaline is coursing through her.
"Woah woah, what was that? Are you 'Tuned? I don't think your arms almost looked draconic for a second there...I don't think I've ever seen a 'Tuned who could take on the characteristics of a dragon." At this, Salt seems to notice that she had inadvertently taken a much more aggressive stance than was warranted by the agreeable soldier. She lowered her sword. "And I've gotta admit that I'm starting to hit a bit of a wall anyway. I'm still recovering from an injury, and it's my first day back swinging."
"Woah woah, what was that? Are you 'Tuned? I don't think your arms almost looked draconic for a second there...I don't think I've ever seen a 'Tuned who could take on the characteristics of a dragon." At this, Salt seems to notice that she had inadvertently taken a much more aggressive stance than was warranted by the agreeable soldier. She lowered her sword. "And I've gotta admit that I'm starting to hit a bit of a wall anyway. I'm still recovering from an injury, and it's my first day back swinging."
