Unlike the rest of them, Blackthorn hadn't come dressed from head to toe in armour. For her, what armour she wore was a decision she needed to make carefully, for even a slight decrease in her speed could have potentially fatal consequences in combat. As of yet, she'd been unable to properly decide, and had taken to imitating Oliver's own lack of thought in that area, merely dressing as if she was to go on a hunt.
"Well, I didn't say she couldn't defeat it, I just wanted to see her try…" Oliver said, once she was already far enough gone that she couldn't hear. In response to that admission, two sets of rather venomous glares were sent boring into the side of his face. Had there not been such a difference in rank between the two retainers, they likely would have slapped him.
"She's not even through the Second Boundary yet," Verdant mused. "I'm intrigued by your test, my Lord."
