"What're even talking about? No one is here to see, Bella. I've seen your chest up close already too." Star lifted the shirt a little so she could treat the wound.

"Except people don't exactly ignore the fact that I look like some plump whоre- gods," [i]Isabella would murmur, as Star would begin the procedure.[/i] "Just forget about it. It's a stupid conversation."

"Plump wh*re? You look like a very strong warrior, Bella. Nothing like a wh*re. Breasts don't mean that much, y'know." Star swiftly finished up with a chuckle. "Well, you're fixed up."

[i]Isabella would sit there for a few seconds in silence at Star's comment, staring obliviously at nothing at all. When Star would announce that she was finished, the taller woman would nod, before suddenly bringing her into a hug.[/i] "...Thanks," [i]That was all that Isabella would say, relating to the past conversation, before bringing both herself and Star to her feet. Isabella began to get her apparel back on, while a thought came to her mind of how she could change the subject.[/i] "So.. ranged weapons. You think that you could teach me how to use some?"

"Uhh...yeah. Maybe, sure." Star had been surprised by the hug, but hugged back happily anyway. "You want to learn how to use a bow? Or a gun? Or...? I know how to use any ranged weapon."

"I guess a gun.. a Libertas for firearms is in the process, right now." [i]Isabella would reveal, strapping her armoring back on, as the leather ties would bound the set to her being tightly.[/i]

"Libertas?" Star asked as she formed a .22 heavy trigger revolver in her hand and offered it to Bella.

"Magic jewelry, basically. You know that big magic dome surrounding Freya's garrison? A Libertas not only boosts whatever it's specified for, so far magic, but it allows a wearer to use abilities, and later.. maybe tech." [i]Isabella held the revolver to the best of her ability, closing her right eye as she aimed down the sights.[/i] "Is it.. loaded? How to I fire, just pull the trigger?"

"Pull back the hammer...." Star pointed to the cocking mechanism. "...take your time, aim, and then pull the trigger. This is a rather heavy gun with very light rounds so the recoil will be next to nothing."

[spoiler]Assuming that this revolver doesn't have a safety, as most don't, lol.[/spoiler] [i]Isabella would nod, as her thumb would pull the hammer back slowly, leaving the hammer once she heard the click. She then took aim at a distant target, before firing, putting a hole into the ring around the center's target, above the center.[/i] "...Mm."

"That's....a lot better than someone with no experience ever does. Have you shot a gun before, Bella?" Star looked at Bella with a confused expression, not sure how she had been so accurate.

"No? What's so good, though? It's not centered.." [i]Surprisingly enough, Isabella caught onto not pulling the lever back when she wasn't shooting, as her thumb rested beside the lever.[/i] "...Hmm. With.. bigger bullets, I should just aim at people's bodies, right?"

"With all bullets aim for the center of mass. The ones you're using now are small, but because of that are harder to dig out, causing worse wounds in some instances. I wouldn't attempt to kill someone like that though." Star watched Bella's hands curiously.

"What would you suggest then, headshots perhaps?" [i]Isabella would bring the revolver up again, taking aim before pulling back the lever and waiting for that soft click. Once more, she took aim and fired, the bullet punching through the target. It was close, farther from the center than the first one was, but still a relatively great shot.[/i]

"Don't go for the head unless that's the only weak spot. It's far easier to hit someone's body, Bella. I only go for limbs and vitals because I know I'l make the shot. Don't try and do what I do." Star pulled out a large .600 caliber revolver from no where and shot the target perfectly in the center without really aiming. "Having my eyes has advatages."

"Back in my day.." [i]Isabella would sarcastically remark, as if she was referencing to her medieval-fantasy origins. Though the mere mention of "her day" brought back memories. Without thought, Isabella pulled the revolver back up, brought the hammer back, and would fire the remaining four shots.[/i] [i]Each shot was centered pretty well.[/i]

"Oh haha, Bella." Star shook her head with an amused smile, actually going through a few memories of her own. She zoned out for a second, but came back to reality quickly. "Great shooting for a beginner. Only shot a few rounds and you're already better than a blind man."

"Blind men aren't exactly fantastic at shooting, I thought? Though I knew one. A monk in the fighting pits. Gods, he pissеd me off at times, but he was my mentor. The Six give him rest, he was a good guy." [i]Isabella lowered the revolver, smiling to herself shortly. It turned out that Isabella had some tales, if Star dared to go in.[/i] "So, what now? Rifles, I think they're called? ...Hell. I need a rifle-axe. Ha! Imagine that, a rifle-axe."

"One. I'd love to hear more about this mentor and his teachings. Two. I can make you a rifle-axe if you want, Bella." Star chuckled. "They exist."

"Well.. To start off.. I was born not to a rich king and his stunning queen, but instead a family that lived in an alleyway, filled with rats and vermin of all kinds and shapes. My mother was dying from illness, she died when I was five, and my father was an amputee from the pit fights, now a bartender in some junkie's hole. Life was hard.. we did anything to keep alive. I served people I didn't know, being a young little waitress - didn't fuсk them, I killed my first person, a woman at nine, when she grabbed me up and tried to pull my pants down and I put a shiv through her throat - but we were still as poor as shit. In my free time.. I lifted weights, I beat up boys my age that tried stealing from me, and I kept that shiv close. Now, imagine a.. shorter me. At pubеrty, probably twelve or so.. Gods, I was strong for my age. Taller than some of the fully grown men in the bars. I could flip their bodies over and break bones in seconds. Already, I had a mean streak stretching for a mile.. so I got interested in the arena fights. My dad hated the idea, but I ignored him and threw myself in anyway. Khaom's arena.. it's the most exciting place I've ever known. The stench of shit and metallic blood's followed by the smell of roses and wine.. the satisfying screams of victims, accompanied by cheers from the crowd.. the colors weren't just steel grey and scarlet, but so much more. It was.. wonderful. Men and women fought the same gender until the later leagues, when you got down and dirty, tearing away at each other.. Anyway, my mentor. It was probably my first year in.. dad got bought by slavers, I was too much for them, according to arena officials. He's dead, for all I know.. I hadn't lost a battle just yet, so the slavers wanted me. They offered to trade forty slaves.. but the arena nobles wouldn't have it. "She is thirteen, and she kills grown women like a mantis would kill an ant!" - they said. Those offers kept going, until I killed my first man in a promotion fight. I didn't have to spare too many people.. I was a favorite for being a merciless jaсkass, I guess. Got paid well for it, got a decent home, guards, custom weapons and armor, my own sigil - a bloodied poleaxe with a skull as a shaft's end, servants, and "other" types of servants. Because if you know fighting, you know what men and women'll spend their coin on once they've got their priorities set straight. So when this blind shit, probably about sixty, came up to me in the barracks all alone and said "Would you like to train".. I swung my fist, right at his jaw. Should've broken his mouth, shattered his teeth. But no, he just.. ducked. A few more punches, and I stopped. The guy just chuckles to himself, and takes my hand. He was so weak and old, but so.. fast, agile, and simply kind. Kind. All of the old people I knew were thirsty, spoiled аsshat nobles.. "You have the fury of the greatest storms, but no control, no falter, no wisdom to prevent your wrath from consuming all until you drain yourself away." - that's what he told me, then and there. Then, he.. offered to train me. [i]Actually[/i] train me. Afterwards.. I kept fighting, kept beating. I crushed the strongest of men in seconds with a throat punch, I defeated the most cunning with a sudden unexpected slash, I cleaved the fastest into two with a simple attack at their legs. A year later, and I was eligible for the Emperor's Challenge, after slaying the champion of the arena with an axe to the cranium.. when I came back to my home, that old man merely nodded to me. He said nothing, just.. nodded. His name was Arahka, he told me. He had taught me to control myself when needed. He taught me how to adapt to my foes. He taught me the wisdom of peace, and how I should treat my foes, how I should align myself with good. That wisdom kicks into my mindset every now and then, but.. it's there. ...Arakha died a few days before the war between Trayve and Khaom began. That's.. a long story on it's own." [i]Isabella would descend into silence, after that.[/i]

"Oh...Isabella...That's quite the tale you've got there. I'm both touched and horrified..." Star sighed and embraced Bella in a hug, going silent for a minute or two before speaking again. "Maybe I'll tell you my story in return someday."

"Hey, you can tell me whenever. Anyway, about that rifle axe.. do you think that you could.. well, make one? Hell, a shotgun axe would be amazing too.."

"Easily, Bella. So, shotgun or rifle? I think a shotgun fits you better." Star gave a wink and a giggle. "I'll make it as soon as I return to my ship. I probably have enough spare parts laying around."

"A shotgun. In the meantime.. I'll be practicing with shotguns in here. I can see how they operate. Do you think you could bring it by at the council meeting? I'll be there, probably going to be drunk.. ...Okay, very drunk."

"Don't be flirty drunk...please. We don't need that behaviour at an important meeting. I'll bring it, Bella. Don't worry." Star nodded.