Raka felt some tension inexplicable leave him as Walker seemed to well, address the topic differently then anyone else. He, too, seemed to think it was a good thing. Raka's edge diminished as he shook his head at Walker's questions. "I was never skilled with an element. Not until Aries. Now I'm stronger then any of them." A hint, a flash, a brief glimmer of obsession - then gone. Raka moved on.
He smirked. "I killed one of my captors with a chain early on. He was careless, and I was ... rambunctious. I... like it. I guess." He shrugged, the half grin indicating that truly, there were no further reasons for the chain. He was obviously proud of his skill level with it, hard work and torment paying off into a weapon. "I like how it moves." He uncrossed his arms and rolled his shoulders, then gestured at Walker. "YOu mentioned the sword was traditional. What about those things in your sleeves? Did you get to pick them?"
Raka didn't think about what could have happened had he mentioned the lost and broken blade. He wasn't very well peopled, and it would be plain he meant no malice in the statement.
Jacintha looked from Thug to Bruiser, and her vision narrowed. Her eyes took on a half-lidded, seemingly sensual demeanor, and she shifted her weight. It loked like she was cocking a hip. It might have even looked suggestive. But then her right leg came up and nailed Bruiser in the chin, knocking his head back. Usng the same force, she dropped the right and swung out the left leg and knocked Thug on the side of the face. She spun, unsheathed her blades, and hooked them on Thug and Bruiser's necks. She was between them now, arms crossed. Her height meant she didn't have to reach up for leverage, and the sharpened edges were precariously pressed against their skin.
"I'll need to see him now."
Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.