[She was not One's brother; she was not as compassionate as some could, or were, in comparison to those who were here.
Especially when it came to war and sparring. Caren had no plans to lose her arm. She dipped, and bobbed away sharply from the edge. Barely. She could feel her sleeve catch, and fabric tear.
Ah.
Her wrist snapped her cloth backwards, and her hands bring the shawl up, into both hands as a shield. But no mana. Not yet. She doesn't have the mana to waste.]
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Especially when it came to war and sparring. Caren had no plans to lose her arm. She dipped, and bobbed away sharply from the edge. Barely. She could feel her sleeve catch, and fabric tear.
Ah.
Her wrist snapped her cloth backwards, and her hands bring the shawl up, into both hands as a shield. But no mana. Not yet. She doesn't have the mana to waste.]