<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle spent a few moments in thought, looking around, back to Miyuki, to the weapons arrayed at Michael's desk.  She took a deep breath, weighing her own heart, letting her thoughts play around in her head.  It wasn't an easy feeling for her.  So badly she wanted to simply throw herself into it, without thinking, without judging what was to come, and yet the anger she felt when Miyuki was in danger had now vanished.<br/><br/>She tried to draw upon that rage now, but emotions weren't so easily called forth just because she wanted them.  She had only the raw, teeth-gritting focus, remembering what had happened to Eliza, even though that didn't seem as important now.  Somehow, now that she understood love, her brief chance at affection with Eliza seemed all the more faded.<br/><br/>In the end, though, it paled in comparison to necessity.  Just because she didn't really feel like she was ready didn't mean that she didn't have to be.  Her gaze turned back up to Michael to look him in the eyes.  "I'm ready," she said with a degree of cold detachment that belayed her focus.  "Teach me to fight now."<br/><br/>Her weapon appeared suddenly in her hand, her fist already tightly gripped at her side.  Her eyes widened a little in surprise as she glanced down to the weapon, but somehow, it didn't feel shocking or frightening that the weapon should suddenly appear when she wanted it.