A CROW WITH TINFOIL IN MY GUTS / o, mandatory training session

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Belladonna, admittedly, was not a fighter. She was a pacifist, a sort of smoke-and-mirrors then run away sort of strategist - although if she had to admit, she was looking for better options for a fight. It wasn't working great.

So she padded forward for the training - as reluctant as ever, she sighed gently, and adjusted her satchel on her shoulder. If anything, she could be first aid if some idiot got themselves hurt - although she'd hope that her clanmates were smart enough to not do that.

"Speech."