[ Primrose takes a moment to inspect the weapons-- and then opts to pick up a pair of daggers, testing the weight and heft of them before she nods to herself.
But then she's dashing at him with a dancer's speed, daggers angled to strike right at his neck. It's fine, she doubts he'll let them even get close. ]
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But then she's dashing at him with a dancer's speed, daggers angled to strike right at his neck. It's fine, she doubts he'll let them even get close. ]