[Daisy silently agrees. She would rely on her abilities and her skills to get by, were that not the case. But without it... She would feel defenseless in this world.
The Spartan notices the changes in colour of her armor, and her fingers stop summoning the winds to help her. She drops her arms, and positions herself. Better to see now if the paint would last the jungle, than exposing a brick-red colour in battle.]
[Action]
The Spartan notices the changes in colour of her armor, and her fingers stop summoning the winds to help her. She drops her arms, and positions herself. Better to see now if the paint would last the jungle, than exposing a brick-red colour in battle.]
I'm ready.