Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160908114616/@comment-25073873-20160913132239

"Uh huh" said Illya, as her winter coat was swapped for her armor again. She flipped her sword around, so the blade was against her arm, as she walked. It meant her weapon was always handy should she need it. Holding the blade like that didn't seem to tire her either.

Illya advanced forward, seemingly oblivious.