[i]Olivia was quite the silent individual, at the very least. It was clear that she was in deep thought of her next approach: she had made a vow to her father. She could remember it. And she couldn't break that promise. Not yet, anyhow.[/i] [i]Kneeling down to the severed arm that once belonged to her own being, Olivia removed the glove portion before allowing the remainder of the forearm and shoulder to encase her right arm. She prepared the shield arm.. before beckoning Caye forwards.[/i]