"Those are.. wow." [i]Irina was beyond astonished, by the twin blades that the angelic being had brought into manifestation, her icy blue eyes staring up at the sheaths that held back their blades before her being, as both of her cybernetic hands would reach out towards their hilts. Her metal palms, coated by synthetic flesh and gloves of course, would rush against the heart-shaped pommels of the weapons, her fingers tightly bounding against the two swords and their leather, her grip agreeing with the rust-colored texture that wrapped itself about the weapons. After testing them, Irina would offer to take them on her own, reaching out for the holsters of the weapons themselves.[/i] "The swords don't happen to have names, do they? All of the best ones do. The ones with the most dedication put into them, anyway." [i]It was simply a belief, really, and one of the many that Irina could accurately agree with. From the blades of legend to the common edges that would be kept by a soldier, a sword with a name tended to show a sign within someone, that they took pride in their combat, and usually, that they were dedicated to the act of swinging blade-to-blade. It was just something that Irina thought of.[/i] [i]She had also thought of how Astra watched her, ever so much. For that, she was truly happy, though a little worried as well.. Astra could see Irina at her best, yet her worst as well. But that was beside the point. Irina was basically a godmod Arthur Dayne now, which is badass.[/i]