[ It's probably strange for an Enma officer of Andy's rank to be able to move around Shuten territory with as much ease as she does — but for some reason, the oni that run the Arena seem well enough acquainted with her, and nobody bats an eyelash when she shows up in the off hours. Instructions are left for Shealtiel to be allowed inside — he has a distinct enough demeanor, they'll recognize him — and in the meantime, Andy heads to the ring.
The Enma armory has a few standard issue weapons available to its officers, and she's made it her habit to borrow from amongst the mediocre but reliable katanas. That's the weapon she wields now. Not, in fact, her weapon of choice — but that's for when she's serious. When she wants to kill. This is just for fun. A simple sword will do.
Her warm-up apparently consists of smoking a cigarette while her blade leans up against the ropes in its sheath. When Shealtiel arrives, she'll be standing there, her hair in a long braid down her back, smoke curling lazily from her mouth. ]
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The Enma armory has a few standard issue weapons available to its officers, and she's made it her habit to borrow from amongst the mediocre but reliable katanas. That's the weapon she wields now. Not, in fact, her weapon of choice — but that's for when she's serious. When she wants to kill. This is just for fun. A simple sword will do.
Her warm-up apparently consists of smoking a cigarette while her blade leans up against the ropes in its sheath. When Shealtiel arrives, she'll be standing there, her hair in a long braid down her back, smoke curling lazily from her mouth. ]