[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Armory -> 1F [/center]
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Arthur thought for a moment. The spear was an interesting proposition. Certainly better for defending oneself in close range, but could be thrown if needed. More so, it let you engage in combat while keeping your enemy too far away to hit you, if you knew what you were doing. It seemed, actually, like a very good proposition. He'd be experimenting with defending himself in such a way. Tonight though, he thought he may try to use his dagger. Pulling it out, he ran his fingers over the blade; the metal cooler than it should be on a summer evening. The only way he'd actually know what he was good at was to try things.

[color=4286f4]"So... we're allowed to use weapons on the other campers in this game?[/color]" Even with access to magical healing food, that seemed... surprising. He'd never do anything lethal of course, but being inexperienced with weapons, he didn't trust himself to hurt people in a safe way. In any case, he looked at the armory, and decided getting his hands on a shield would be a good idea. Even if he didn't know how to use one, having one was better than not, obviously. Selecting one from the assortment, he strapped it to his non-dominant hand, and tried it out, tapping his blade against it, getting a feel for how it worked.