Genevieve's jaw drops open along with Sphairai as she gazes at the weapons with more than a little envy in her eyes. "Magnificent..." she mutters softly, her eyes transfixed on Merri's weapons before she finally manages to shake herself out of her reverie and look back up to him. "I'm sure that you could, I don't know much." she says softly, slipping her hands into her cestus and dropping into a fighting stance. "I'm pretty sure that I hit people with these..."
Giving her arms a little flex, she squares her shoulders and bobs a little in place, her muscles flexing powerfully under her skin as she sways from side to side. It is obvious that the inexperienced Roegadyn is physically strong, but her form is laughably sloppy, leaving herself almost completely open to attack.
"I will do my best to stay out of the way, and still be helpful..."
Giving her arms a little flex, she squares her shoulders and bobs a little in place, her muscles flexing powerfully under her skin as she sways from side to side. It is obvious that the inexperienced Roegadyn is physically strong, but her form is laughably sloppy, leaving herself almost completely open to attack.
"I will do my best to stay out of the way, and still be helpful..."
