"...Sure. Alright."
[i]Olivia simply slid on her lion helm before walking over to where the man that JT had shot up had fallen, taking position there. She drew the metallic spear on her back with a *shink*, the metal leaving the sheath as she raised the weapon up and swung it to her right side, as it was in her right hand, turning to face the cowboy. The eye sockets to the growling lion helm steadily lit up a beautiful bright red, and hardlight shields began coursing over the metal of the armor.[/i] "...Don't know if you'll be fighting with the intent to kill or not. This melee only, or...?"
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