[Who needs a rock when you have a freaking battleaxe? Then again, even as Sam hefts it, her brow furrows. Sure, it's easy to lay about in a frenzy, but this is one of this guy's boltholes. A busted-up bolthole is no good for anyone. Especially after she got permission to borrow it again, as needed.
Tacit trust.]
Got it. Allow me to err on the side of caution.
[It's still a battleaxe, but she settles for poking at a particularly thorny plant, instead of flat-out attempting a beheading. She should be used to this, especially by now, but there's always a little wince that Sam can't help.]
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Tacit trust.]
Got it. Allow me to err on the side of caution.
[It's still a battleaxe, but she settles for poking at a particularly thorny plant, instead of flat-out attempting a beheading. She should be used to this, especially by now, but there's always a little wince that Sam can't help.]