<span style="font-style: italic">What.</span>Olivia nodded, "Alright."<span style="font-style: italic">This is stupid.</span>She touched the mule, bonding with its rune-inscripted Shell nearly instantly. The machine hefted the crate of ammunition before following after her. She walked beside Magispark, "I have yet to find a fitting Warpiece myself. Most of them act like a tool rather than a extension of my body. Perhaps something which would let me deal with larger targets when I close in." She shrugs,<span style="font-style: italic">Not that you would know anything about real combat.</span>"As for myself, I have been a journeyman for almost a year and I have already killed one of my own. Another Journeyman from Redloch. One year should be more than enough for me to prove to Judas that I'm good enough to become a full fledged Warcaster."<br/><br/>"And when that happens, I will find a way to fix this messed up world."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I assume,</span>" Abel increased his disembodied voice in the frog's head, "<span style="font-style: italic">That you were on one of your drunken bouts again. So you would have probably missed the fact that the humans are encroaching on our territory; the place you were last positioned. I want you prepare to resist their advance, once you have cleared your head of the alcohol of course.</span>"<br/><br/>He got to his feet, piecing the situation at hand together from the various eyes in the forest. "<span style="font-style: italic">You'd do well to use the winged creatures to do a scout, though they probably wouldn't do much against their heavy armor.</span>"