[Hunting is right up in Lightning's wheelhouse, or at least, as close as it can get to what she's used to. She would spend some shifts as a Guardian Corps wandering outside the city on the lookout for any feral monsters who wandered too close and would take care of them. So, hunting for food she goes, out of the city and into the Borceliande, where she's had very little luck with finding anything so far.
That is, until she spots the wyvern by the water. It seems to have noticed her, and when their eyes meet, she's quick to slide her gunblade back from its holster where she grabbed it only seconds ago. No, she didn't think it was something she could use for meat, what are you talking about, ha ha. Ha...
Lightning wanders up closer, taking very careful footsteps, but stops when she hears a voice.
Ah, there's a man here.
From behind, she calls out.]
You shouldn't go touching things just 'cause they're pretty. 'Specially in a place like this.
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That is, until she spots the wyvern by the water. It seems to have noticed her, and when their eyes meet, she's quick to slide her gunblade back from its holster where she grabbed it only seconds ago. No, she didn't think it was something she could use for meat, what are you talking about, ha ha. Ha...
Lightning wanders up closer, taking very careful footsteps, but stops when she hears a voice.
Ah, there's a man here.
From behind, she calls out.]
You shouldn't go touching things just 'cause they're pretty. 'Specially in a place like this.