Nodding at Mistletoe, Kenza moved over to the suits of armour, hand grasping the handle of the sword and swinging it off its rack. [i]Not light,[/i] she thought, twirling it around, [i]but not heavy either. It's clearly lost some weight to rust.[/i]

Picking up the halberd, Kenza tossed it over to Derrick before sliding the shield off its rack. She made eye contact with Mistletoe, eyes holding a silent question: did she want the shield? It went without saying that Derrick was allotted the polearm and Kenza the sword since those were their weapons of choice anyway. There was no reason why the archer of the group would get the sword or halberd, but Kenza -- while she knew had carried shields before -- would have preferred another sword over a bulky shield any day. Besides, Mistletoe -- on part because her arm was injured -- lacked any real weapons, and Kenza felt that the shield would serve as some attempt at fairness if nothing else.

Meeting Kenza's eyes, Mistletoe shook her head. No, she said silently, you keep it. It'd be better in your hands, and there was no reason to split the tools between two people and weaken them both. The hunters were fighting for survival, and survival did not come with mercies and comforts. 

Kenza nodded, understanding Mistletoe's unspoken message. Her eyes slid back to the suits of armor, a frown on her face. Considering the hunters' current situation -- trapped in an unknown structure and hunted by flying monsters -- Kenza didn't think it would be wise to suit up in clunky armor, however good of a barrier it'd be. Staying silent as to not stir up the gargoyle's attention, she looked over at Mistletoe and Derrick, nodding towards the gauntlets to make her question clear. 

[hr][@hekazu][@lord of evil]