[i]Eredrin stopped her perfect pace when Samantha rose up to her feet, only tilting her head with a curious-yet-ever-so-slightly worried look in those beautiful eyes when she visibly strained. She was definitely at an... unhealthy weight, but it was cute in a way; she was pudgy and cuddly. And a clear psychopath who would likely smash Ere into the ground if she were to cross the big woman. But, the appeal didn't matter... not right now, anyway. The caution she had to have, however, did. She had no doubts she was infinitely faster than Samantha, but that hammer would hurt.[/i] "Well, if they were bed, they deserved it! Especially if... those things are what they worship... Weird, tentacle-y things... But! What about a princess? Or a queen! Yes... yes, a princess or a queen, to guard in your church! That'd be a worthy thing to guard, wouldn't it? Hmm..." [i]With her standing a mere few feet away from Sam by now - an acceptable conversation distance in any case - the winged woman paused, going silent. She spectated the surroundings of the church while the thickset woman did her own thing, slowly twirling on her axel to view everything the place of worship had to offer. Eredrin was dainty and dexterous on her legs, moving just as perfectly as before and never losing her balance. As she turned away from Samantha and her eyes glided over the statues crushed into dust, the heraldry that gilded the walls, and the monoliths on the ceiling, the lady dressed in gold would see that her feathered friend had a third weapon on her beyond her sword and spear. What seemed to be a third bladed weapon hung at her lower back and in between the bottom wings without as little as a sheath, tied to her belt with only a set of leather straps. It was a total of thirty-nine inches long with the leather-wrapped grip included, the blade weirdly curved -- almost like the arm of a blade. The blade was paired with a tightly packed quiver right above it, in between the large, magnificent top wings. The thing was made from hard leather and reinforced with black metal, the ends of arrows seen sticking out from it, all of them metal. The bowblade from Bloodborne, basically. A moment later, Eredrin was facing Samantha again. She shifted her spear to a horizontal grip in both of her hands, the shaft held closely to her stomach as she elegantly bowed. Her feet were firmly placed together while her legs were kept straight as she bent, holding the position for a good few. seconds.[/i] "Eredrin! That's my name."