[ ah. there we go. buffy doesn't go out of her way to make the sword seem familiar in her grip, but there's something to be said for so petite a woman managing to hold the claymore off the ground without much issue of balance. she flips its blade; she inspects its edge. ] God. They keep'em sharp down here. And no lock on the door.
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[ ah. there we go. buffy doesn't go out of her way to make the sword seem familiar in her grip, but there's something to be said for so petite a woman managing to hold the claymore off the ground without much issue of balance. she flips its blade; she inspects its edge. ] God. They keep'em sharp down here. And no lock on the door.
Do they even care?