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"Yes, perhaps... Perhaps that is our best course of action at the moment," Riesbyfe said to Nashetania after recovering her iron gauntlets and her trusty shield Gamaliel, though after the ordeal that she and the rest of the trapped group had been through, it seemed that her mood had dipped for the worse a little, even if one could argue that it was a perfectly normal reaction to everything everyone had just been through. Being told that they were now weapons against their own will without much of a choice was unsettling, especially so for such a knight who enjoyed her own free will and determination.
However, these people were somewhat vague about who they would be used as weapons against. As their first impression, this organization of people gave Riesbyfe the impression that this world was a grey one, and she could only hope that as such, she wasn't to be pitted against good people, lest she'd rather end herself than harm any innocents.
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The training facility resembled a large shooting range, complete with earmuffs, as well as large sandbags on the side for anyone wishing to test their skill with a blade.
BANG! BANG!
In the center, a man in somewhat heavy clothing and a distinctive mask was seen trying his own proficiency with a gun, shooting deftly at the targets on the other side of the room. Initially, he paid the group in the training facility no mind, but after Riesbyfe cleared her throat during the brief moment in which the man reloaded, he turned to face everyone.
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"Ah... You must be the fresh meat. Name's SPECTRE," the man said through his mask with a calm, almost even smug, tone, as he casually twirled his pistol in his hand, "Help yourself to the place. Make yourself useful 'cause being useless, we will make sure, will be worse than just being dead. And don't try anything funny with me, alright? I'll put you into the ground even harder than your father did after he had some of the bottles. Won't even need the fancy little devices they put in you."
With that brief statement, SPECTRE went back to shooting his target, leaving everyone in the training facility to do as they pleased.
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"Of course. What is it that you wish to discuss with me, Clark?"
She was curious as to what spurred on this course of action from Clark, left to wonder just about what he was thinking of at the moment. Despite her mood taking a small dive after all that had happened, she couldn't deny that having her gauntlets and shield back at least made her less anxious, so perhaps it all balanced out in the end. Having people she trusted nearby was also a plus, including not just Clark and Nashetania, but also a mysterious green man. What was his name again? Lu... Luigi?
For now, Setsuna stuck to herself, only briefly eyeing the shooting range and SPECTRE before promptly making her way instead to the sandbags without a word and sizing them up. Setsuna wasn't exactly... Accustomed, to such methods of training. Or, well, training at all. She'd never required it, being all-powerful and only challenged by other Absolute Angels of her same tier, and...
Him.
Internally shuddering to think of that man again, Setsuna punched one sandbag harshly, feeling no pain despite her hands being bare. Soon, she was beating the shit out of the thing, threatening to break it with the force of her seemingly effortless and graceful attacks.
Him.
Internally shuddering to think of that man again, Setsuna punched one sandbag harshly, feeling no pain despite her hands being bare. Soon, she was beating the shit out of the thing, threatening to break it with the force of her seemingly effortless and graceful attacks.