<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2VOqsHE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Y'mir Vozi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717746)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Dance Rounds:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Y'mir wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to rummage through piles of rust just so he could cut himself and catch lock jaw. Fortunately thanks to Naru's enthusiasm he didn't have to. He simply followed behind the fellow mithra, glancing over his shoulder as he went over every piece of junk in excruciating detail. The dancer was right on the edge of waving the search off out of boredom, when he noticed a glint of distinctly unrusted metal, "Hmm? What are those?" he asked, standing on his tip-toes to look over Naru. His brow rose as he noticed the distinct curvature of the metal, which became an excited gasp, "Mine mine mine!" he said, brushing past his companion to pull out the pair of chakrams. The fact that they had survived in such good condition immediately spoke to their quality, and once he actually had them in his hands he could immediately feel just how precisely they had been weighted, the balance absolutely perfect. He immediately turned and started whipping them across the room, and they practically sung as they sliced through the air like butter, "Oooo! These are nice" he mewled once they returned to him. He continued his gleeful testing, rapidly tossing the chakrams around at every angle possible, curving them through the air and banking them off the walls, unintentionally turning the room into a flying saw trap.