Steel turned her stern gaze to the new speaker. As if by magic, the muscles in Steel's arms and shoulders began to scream in agony, tightening in response to the strain and the cold. Regardless, she growled and hitched the haft of her weapon into the baldric that was lashed to her.
"I'm not done. I'm merely resting..." ,she said, spitting once at the ground before storming off. The Ishgardian knight audibly sighed his relief and nodded a silent thanks to the interdicting speaker before drawing his detail forward for their practice.
Steel strode in front of the woman. She was still in a sour mood, even though the advice was sound. Regardless, her inner beast had not been quelled. "You speak reasonable wisdom, but forgot t'figure that my 'field' has yet t'be ready. I was not. Done."
