Link, y'all're gonna have to have a talk about acceptable weapon durability standards at some point.
While Link's getting those two, Nephenee's attention goes to the one that stayed, and as she notices the one who advances and speaks, she blinks, before yelling in surprise, "...Wait, my lance an' my armour?!"
Indeed, the guard is wearing her Sentinel set...very poorly. It takes her only a moment to notice the weak points from the ill fit; The straps aren't in the right place for the hip guards to be effective, she's pretty sure the chest armour's loose around the shoulders and ribs, the cloth's too long, the barbute's too big for this guard's head, even the gloves aren't right. The whole set is off, especially factoring in the difference in height and muscle. Nephenee is tall with a runner's build and lots of lean, powerful muscle. This lady...not so much.
"...If you're gonna steal this rebel pig's armour, ya might actually wanna wear it proper? Yune, Ah'm countin' like ten weak points...Do ya e'en got paddin' under that? An' ya ain't been takin' care o'the leather! That's jus' insultin'." Ugh, she's going to have to baby that leather to get it back into shape, much less the metal. Take some pride in your gear, Imperials!
The veteran soldier sighs, tugging down her cap a bit. "Don't worry, baby, Ma's comin' to get ya." She mutters, before setting her lance at a diagonal, pointing away and towards the ground at her left side, and bringing her shield up. "Right, come on then, ya thievin' dastards. Try to take my shield an' finish the set."
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While Link's getting those two, Nephenee's attention goes to the one that stayed, and as she notices the one who advances and speaks, she blinks, before yelling in surprise, "...Wait, my lance an' my armour?!"
Indeed, the guard is wearing her Sentinel set...very poorly. It takes her only a moment to notice the weak points from the ill fit; The straps aren't in the right place for the hip guards to be effective, she's pretty sure the chest armour's loose around the shoulders and ribs, the cloth's too long, the barbute's too big for this guard's head, even the gloves aren't right. The whole set is off, especially factoring in the difference in height and muscle. Nephenee is tall with a runner's build and lots of lean, powerful muscle. This lady...not so much.
"...If you're gonna steal this rebel pig's armour, ya might actually wanna wear it proper? Yune, Ah'm countin' like ten weak points...Do ya e'en got paddin' under that? An' ya ain't been takin' care o'the leather! That's jus' insultin'." Ugh, she's going to have to baby that leather to get it back into shape, much less the metal. Take some pride in your gear, Imperials!
The veteran soldier sighs, tugging down her cap a bit. "Don't worry, baby, Ma's comin' to get ya." She mutters, before setting her lance at a diagonal, pointing away and towards the ground at her left side, and bringing her shield up. "Right, come on then, ya thievin' dastards. Try to take my shield an' finish the set."