[center][h1][color=gold]Leannah[/color][/h1]

[h3][i]Second Floor, Ruined Building (???), ???[/i][/h3][/center]

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One. Two. Three. Repeat. With each move the catgirl felt her body adjusting in this period of brief practice, and she was acclimated enough and physically responsive enough it would be no problem. But just like in life she knew one thing for certain: Without a fleshy targets to really practice on it was only practicing her blows against the empty air in the end. Regardless, she hoped that such a thing would not have to happen right now if she could help it. Practice like that could come later, right now the main issue was getting ready and out of here alive. 

While the gust of cold wind wasn't much to ponder, as she remained very much comfortable despite the state of her clothing, she couldn't help but notice the gear just dropped about as it was. Had some idiot arrived here a long time ago, and tried to loot the place for all it was worth? Eh, that was then and this was now. She grabbed up a warhammer and a shield, as well as a fitting spear for herself, before turning to walk back over to where the two men were. On the bright side, aside from that horrible screeching right out of a horror game it was clear that the grinding stone noise was moving away from them...probably was moving towards the screeching noise, frankly. 

Donovan had at least acted to try to stop the light show about them, but at the same time that had gotten the seemingly well-grounded man a blow where the sun did not shine. She winced at the sight, though at least whatever the crazy man had tried to do seemed to work for a moment. Not that it seemed to stay 'in control', but that at best was a guess for her. 

[color=gold]"...Even with my training from before, Donovan, I have to admit you took that better than I would have out of reflex."[/color] 

Breathe. In and out. Whew. 

She was most definitely frustrated with Malphas, but had she been attacked in retaliation like such she had been trained to react to such in a different manner than Donovan had reacted. Perhaps it was good she hadn't been the one to stop the light show of the effeminate third party member, as it were. But the two men's own words seemed to virtually confirm her thoughts in regards to deciphering Malphas' 'gift'. 

[color=gold]"...I'll agree with that sentiment, Donovan,"[/color] the catgirl said with a small sigh, walking closer to the two men before continuing, [color=gold]"Malphas, if you want faith then you have to earn it by proving it. Forcing it doesn't work. Besides, we all probably have the potential for magic in this new life as well...probably need to be careful until we get a better grasp."[/color] 

Leannah shuffled the weapons in her grasp, leaning the shaft of the spear (a weapon among many perfect for her skillset) on the crook of one shoulder and resting the butt of it on the floor as she put the warhammer on the shield and extended it out towards Donovan. 

[color=gold]"Anywho, speaking of weapons here's a couple for you. If that thing is moving away, though, we need to take advantage of that to get moving and book it as quietly as we can."[/color]

[@Guy0fV4lor][@Cu Chulainn][@Rune_Alchemist]