[Pearl's gaze is directed above and suddenly she feels so much smaller. And feels as though her own sword collection at home pales in comparison to this. He said he was a king but... this is different.
Keeping her footing firm, she lets her gem glow gently, and protuding from her gem is a handle. She reaches up and pulls out an intricate long spear. She purses her lips, used to the sound of fleeing crowds around them.]
I-Impressive...
[She tries to keep herself composed, despite imagining all these weapons descending upon her.]
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Keeping her footing firm, she lets her gem glow gently, and protuding from her gem is a handle. She reaches up and pulls out an intricate long spear. She purses her lips, used to the sound of fleeing crowds around them.]
I-Impressive...
[She tries to keep herself composed, despite imagining all these weapons descending upon her.]