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[soulsflight]

(Claire is slightly out of breath and she is wearing an outfit that is a far cry from the one she arrived in. She leans against what looks like a stone pillar, stretching out the muscles in her back.)

I could use an opponent. I can spar all I like against myself, but that won't do me much good.

(Just keep in mind, even without magical powers, she can handle herself just fine. After dusting off her hands, she picks up the communicator and pans the picture, showing that she is right on the edge of the main civilization.)

Bring a weapon. I don't want to be the cause of some tragedy. (Though she will look out for whoever answers her call. This is just her version of "tough love".)

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[brotrips]

(Not all soldiers are big and burly. Gladio is the biggest among them, but all three of the smaller members have skills of their own. Claire is smaller than Noctis himself, but he isn't going to underestimate her based on sex.

Noctis doesn't seem like the typical warrior either. He's a bit smaller for a male, with slender shoulders and a slim build. His clothing comprises of a black tee and pants that end mid-calf. However, he has the power of the Lucis line behind him, a power augmented by training from the strongest warriors. The prince may have guards, but he was taught how to fight as well.

A confident smirk that borders on arrogant crosses across his face. Noctis' right hand extends before small specks surround his arm. The process seems instant, and when it's clear, there's a sword in his hand.)

Who says I'm off guard?