[i]Irina had remained quiet as she studied Astraeus on her own, her eyes widening and reflecting an almost impressed feeling as she studied the angelic being's longsword, which had seemed to have been summoned from...whoever knows where, Irina thought. As Astra had correctly guess that Irina was built for dexterity and speed, Irina would guess that Astra would be utilizing a more strength-focused combat style, although with her wings...well, she could easily fly and cover ground, which was an issue for Irina if anything.[/i] [i]What Irina enjoyed the most was not the weapons or the armor - but Astra's voice. It was so foreign, yet oddly familiar: perhaps she had heard something like it from Yharnam. She did enjoy it, somewhat.[/i] "...I suppose I was, my lady," [i]Irina nodded in confirmation to Astra's questioning, using the same level of politeness that Astraeus was. It was mostly because no-one else had been so kind to her beforehand (and for good reason), so Astra's kind demeanor was certainly a first for her. Usually she would be sarcastic, but this was a little difficult.[/i] "Melee only, I would presume? You're fine with the armor, and...I'll refrain from slicing and hacking away at your wings. I like my fights to be enjoyable, not unfair." [i]That wasn't exactly true, but it wasn't a lie either: Irina loved combat that was fair when it didn't matter, but she would be a conniving, cheating bitch in a fight when A: Her life, or other's lives, were on the line, or B: She just didn't like that person.[/i] [i]Astra, well...she was likable enough.[/i]