Ty considered their upcoming challenge, his eyes settling on Rosana. "We can figure things out further as we get all our equipnt ready," he said. "Do you use any gear or stuff?"
"Hmmm, not really," Rosana replied, her voice even, her stare a bit distant and frosty.
Led by two guards, they walked down a corridor until they arrived at a room marked 'Armory'. One guard, holding a clipboard, began to recite their directive. "You are to grab one bag of supplies, grab your normal gear. Everything here was donated or established.
Additionally, depending on the sponsors and the amount of money donated, you may purchase an extra bag or other items at the tablet in the center of the field."
"Anything purchased will be delivered upon the start of the Arena," he continued, ensuring they understood the procedure.
Finishing his briefing, the guard looked up from the paper. "If you have any other questions, feel free to follow up with Lord Herald or anyone else beforehand," he said, offering further assistance if needed.
The guard's instruction hung in the air, a reminder of the urgency of their task. "Once you have all your equipnt set up and you're ready to move to the staging area, please et back out here."
Ty led the way as the tal doors before them slid open, revealing a room aglow with a red sign that blinked "Storage Room" above the entrance. They stepped inside, the vastness of the armory unfolding before them.
In the far corner, Ty spotted his own outfit, isolated and unaccompanied by additional gear.
Next to it, a sign labeled "Gisorn" caught his attention. Underneath were 20 different firearms listed with a variety of calibers, surrounded by cans of ammunition and assorted items.
"Wow, how do you even carry all of that?" Ty asked, genuinely puzzled by the arsenal.
Gisorn simply tilted his head, his response straightforward, "Travel crystals... how else?"
Watching Gisorn approach his collection, Ty observed him tenderly handle what looked like an M4 Rifle. The weapon was customized, the handguards adorned with a blue stream and a blue crystal embedded into it.
Gisorn lifted the rifle with a slight frown. "Damn guards ssing with my gear..." he muttered. "They could at least take care not to scratch the damn barrel." His voice trailed off, a mix of annoyance and fondness for his equipnt evident in his tone.
As Kern approached his designated spot in the armory, Ty's eyes followed him. The swordsman pulled out two blades and draped a harness over his chest, sheathing the scimitars with a fondness in his eyes. "Oh, how I have missed you, my beautiful blades," Kern murmured, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
Ty watched intently as Kern inspected his swords, and noticed subtle cracks along the blades that suddenly ignited in purple, a sharp breeze emanating from them.
"Oh, I didn't know you liked swords. I'm a bit curious to see how you fight now. I didn't envision you to be a sword user, much less a dual sword wielder at that. That reminds of a pair of swords I saw in a video ga forever ago," Ty remarked, intrigued.
Kern looked back at him, puzzled. "What's a video ga? Like those paper gas people make for kids where you take turns?" he asked, clearly unfamiliar with the concept.
Ty chuckled, shaking his head. "No, not exactly, it's more… never mind, I'll explain another ti if it's convenient. But I realized I don't have much equipnt like you all do, so I will carry the extra equipnt."
Kern simply shrugged, nonchalant. "Do whatever you want," he said, focused more on his beloved swords than the logistics of their mission.
Ty andered through the vast white-patterned room, his mind tracing over the recent events. He didn't have much in the way of weapons, but his thoughts lingered on the blade that Erebos had tampered with. When I connected my fist to that asshole's chin, I felt the cold tal heating up around the flas as I summoned them, he mused, piecing together the puzzle.
His best guess was that Erebos sohow fused the blade with his flas, so when he used fire, he was also wielding the sword. The reason behind it eluded him, but he shrugged it off internally. I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually.
His eyes then caught sight of John, kneeling in front of his equipnt with his hands clasped together.
Ty had not expected to witness a mont of prayer in such a place. He noticed John's gear: golden brass knuckles lined on a tal locker, shoulder pads, and knee pads with slight spikes—tools of battle and defense. Beside them, a bottle filled with a purple liquid caught his attention. Oh, I suppose that might be so type of poison, he thought.
It then occurred to Ty that he might have missed an opportunity. Now that I think about it, I probably should have kept Blue with . She would have been great for recon work. A tinge of regret crossed his mind, but it was quickly replaced with confidence that JJ was taking good care of her.
Ty's thoughts on Blue were interrupted when he noticed Rosana in the corner, her hands deftly working on sothing. Curiosity drew him closer as she appeared to be fastening a device to her wrist.
"What are you up to?" Ty asked, leaning in for a better look.
Rosana turned to face him, a small tool in her hand. "Just using so of the equipnt they provided... My father used to fight with extended claws like these," she explained.
Ty, puzzled, asked, "What do you an by an extended claw?"
Standing up, Rosana revealed a patch of fur that traced along her arms, subtly blending black and red. Without another word, she flexed her wrist, and from the band, a singular long black claw extended with a swift motion. She tilted it from side to side, the sharp edge catching the light, displaying it to Ty. Stay connected through empire
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