And now that I'm looking closer, the metal's actually very high-quality." "These blades are aerodynamically designed if you had the strength to throw it, it could certainly go far. "A throwing weapon, huh? I think I can see that," she observed. He collapsed it, but the blades are meant to come out like a windmill."
I think that's the Fūma Shuriken you're looking at." "Bladed thing? Oh, you must've opened Gōzu's pack. "Is that it? Sure, I'd be glad to," Isara dragged the packs over to herself, and opened up one at random. "I summoned a few things we couldn't identify, so I was wondering if you could try to identify them." "If you wouldn't mind, could you check our bags?" She pointed to the trio of packs, set across from the girl. Now, if it's okay, there's something I actually wanted to ask you." Cymbal does look the part with her chainmail, so I don't think anyone would get too suspicious, so long as they don't get too close…" "I see…" After a moment of processing the info, Isara nodded.
"Heh, well, they're not just strong- the Vanguard are some of the smartest and most well-trained warriors on Runeterra," she said proudly. "Are you sure they don't use magic in Demacia? I can't picture anyone pulling something like that with just bare strength…" "R-really? Wow," the girl breathed, eyes widening. "The Dauntless Vanguard, Demacia's most elite order of warriors, would sometimes drag around Petricite statues as part of their training, so maybe we could say she's training to become a knight?" "Well…" Lux thought back to the all the times she had visited the Great City's Military District. "What exactly are we going to do when someone sees… this?" "Hey, um, Lux?" She turned to face Isara, who had taken up a seat in the back. Lux had to admit, if Gōzu hadn't brought it up, she might have forgotten about it completely, but with its strength-enhancing effects, it made a bit more sense that the zombie could pull the wagon so easily. Well, that, and Cymbal did have the bracelet on. It was one of the few benefits of being undead, she supposed. Despite pulling the entire wagon all by herself, there were no signs of her slowing down, even an hour later. "You're, uh, doing great." Perhaps the weirdest thing about this was that she really was doing great. "How's the ride back there, master? Isara?" Cymbal called from the yoke. It wasn't as if her life wasn't odd already, being a noble-born mage from a kingdom that hated magic, but she didn't think she'd ever get to ride in a wagon pulled by her very own undead demon maid. Lux had to admit, her life had certainly gotten strange.
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