SWITCHBLADE BRAIN — WEAPON HANDOUTS

Weapons were always a thing of interest. Though Solveig personally always preferred a more subtle method of fighting (which often had anything to do with her mental magic, or simply poison), she had to admit that even she knew how to fight to some level. Of course, it wasn't as if she'd be able to take on someone like Pincher, for instance, without using her telepathy and her powers to try and take him to the ground first, but in a fair match, Solveig knew how to stand her ground. She supposed, at the end of it all, her strength in battle lay not in brute force, but in subtlety and manipulation.

Of course, any material belongings she had she lost back in her hut at the other side of the ocean when she had fallen off that cliffside. So to say the least, Pincher's open-ended offer of free stuff was intriguing to the snowshoe. Stepping closer at the call and picking her way towards the ship, the snowshoe stopped briefly before Pincher as she slightly stretched her paws out in front of her and bowed respectfully. A moment later, she straightened up and offered Pincher a soft smile. "Captain Pincher, I do thank you," she siad simply, before she began to carefully rifle through the weapons, pulling out a few daggers and knives and laying them aside as she began to mull over her options of the sharp blades.

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