Emiri listened to Jaakuna, though for one reason or another, she found herself actually irritated. She wasn't a child, she didn't need to be looked after, she could very well take care of herself. "[b]That's not true, I [i]am[/i] in control. That only happened because I helped your father, or have you already forgotten that? I never had any problems before that. [/b]" Emiri pulled her hands away from Jaakuna's and placed them on her lap. She didn't even mean to come off as bratty but she felt insulted. "[b]I've been on my own for years, I never had anyone to rely on before then. I know how to take care of myself.[/b]" She stated. "[b]And what [i]have[/i] you done?[/b]"

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Grant rubbed his hands together rather eagerly as he looked around. He was tempted to get another gun, but his Lionheart would probably feel betrayed. Instead he found himself wandering away from the guns and to the bows. Bows never were his style though, and were slightly too slow for him to maneuver. No, he needed something that he could keep up with in the pace of battle. After a moment of consideration, his eyes fell on the crossbows. Grinning to himself, he wandered on over and began browsing through them. After a few minutes of comparing one to another, he decided on a [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130704170201/finalfantasy/images/1/19/PenetratorCrossbow-ffxii.png]Penetrator Crossbow[/url]. It was lighter than what he was used to, but it would have to do for now. He began looking for bolts.

Meanwhile Nadeline was displeased at how heavy the swords were here. Their weight was just too much for her, she'd be slowed down considerably. She huffed in disapproval, clearly displeased at the clear lack of rapiers. The princess placed the sword she had been swinging back on its rack and shook her head. She needed [i]something[/i], but what? She watched Grant move from the guns to the crossbows, and it was then she decided that maybe she could try something different as well. Magic always had been her forte, so why not a Rod or Staff? Question was, which one? She stared at each one, wondering which would be best. She spotted a [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/007/0/5480020/il_570xN.402700604_jabv.jpg]feather[/url] on top of a [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130704114556/finalfantasy/images/c/c7/Judicer%27sStaff-ffxii.png]staff[/url]. She liked the look of it for some reason, and plucked it from its place, putting it on her hair. She decided to take the staff and held it with both hands. The magic coursing through it felt good, and she nodded, affirming her decision.

Nadeline looked over at Wesley, who was staring at a katana. "[b]Darling, are you alright?[/b]" She asked him gently.

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Shion looked at Francis just for a moment. It was business time, and she needed to get to work. She looked back at Michel. "[b]Follow Meli. The General will lead you to the rest of them. I want you to do what Lola couldn't and finish the job.[/b]" She instructed him rather briskly. "[b]Try not to catch too much attention. If all else fails, fall back, we needn't risk any unneeded...attention. Remember who the target is. If the rest of their little group decides to get in the way, you have my permission to take care of them as you see fit.[/b]"