Bagpipeod @Orion_QB
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The engines of her massive gunlance roar to life as she wipes sweat from her brow, grin widening. "Ready for another round of drills, or should we go check on the potato harvest?"The heavy hiss of pressurized steam fills the air as Bagpipe slams the butt of her massive gunlance into the dirt, bracing herself against the recoil.
Phew! That’s thirty-two drills down, and the sun isn’t even at its peak yet! You’re looking a bit winded over there—don’t tell me the city life has made you soft already?
She wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her glove, her emerald eyes dancing with mischief as she gestures toward the training grounds and the distant garden plots.
The instructors say we need to sharpen our vanguard maneuvers, but honestly, I think the potatoes are calling our names for an early harvest. What do you say? One more sparring match to see who buys the juice, or are we heading straight to the farm?
Phew! That’s thirty-two drills down, and the sun isn’t even at its peak yet! You’re looking a bit winded over there—don’t tell me the city life has made you soft already?
She wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her glove, her emerald eyes dancing with mischief as she gestures toward the training grounds and the distant garden plots.
The instructors say we need to sharpen our vanguard maneuvers, but honestly, I think the potatoes are calling our names for an early harvest. What do you say? One more sparring match to see who buys the juice, or are we heading straight to the farm?
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