[right][h2][color=8493ca]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/color][/h2][/right]

Finally, weapons. Dallas couldn't help but admit that her heart did skip a beat as she thought of one area she excelled in. Her father had taught her how to shoot a rifle and she had excelled at archery as a child. As of now, everyone knew she could throw the knives. Making her way to the place where Vlad wished, Dallas would walk over to the knives as Vlad was pulling Roxy away. Raising a brow and watching the scene, the girl would pick a throwing knife while smiling Luce's way. She had a feeling they had the same thought.