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What girl doesn't need a good axe?

WHO: Garnet and anyone who wants to drop by!
WHAT: Weapon shopping.
WHEN: Around midday.
WHERE: The Mid-Summer Festival in the Lost City of Amazonia
NOTES/WARNINGS: Dem thighs always need a warning. /ahem. Nothing as yet.

She had taken her arrival with her usual aplomb. The City of Tomorrow had been interesting, but she saw more things that she might need to take a closer look at when she thought about attending the Festival that everyone was talking about.

So that was where Garnet had gone. It was rather nice to be amongst fellow warrior women - not that she wasn't always, or almost always, but the attitude here was different. Pearl fought because Rose fought. Amethyst fought because, in her words, she was 'scrappy.' Garnet's reasoning was different. She fought because the battle needed to be fought, and she was able to fight it.

The reason she was looking intently at a weapons booth, though, was because...

Well...

Her giant axe looked a little lonely, and this place was, currently, a little closer (and definitely less laden with memory) than the strawberry fields.

Her lips tugged to one side, a hand at her chin, Garnet eyed a particularly well-made polearm. Reach, and a blade. Both of those were positives in her book.

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Between the two strikes, the creature is both in pain and disoriented - and Garnet doesn't like inflicting either condition on anything, especially as they're invading its territory, but it would've attacked anyone here.

And this place was... interesting.

So Garnet struck again, this time hurling the polearm into the beast's head in one swift move, piercing it as she seemed to almost hang in midair -- or so she seemed until she dropped, standing firm while the creature groaned toward death, the injuries too much for its life to continue.

Loki moves smoothly up beside her, to get a look--

"--what the Hel is a rust monster doing in here?"

"A rust monster?" She knew what rust was. She also knew that she was going to retrieve her polearm quickly if the thing was going to erode it, so she did, yanking it free and wiping it clean on some nearby moss.

Loki gestures at the feelers on the thing's mouth.

"It touches metal with those, and they instantly turn to rust, which it eats," she explains.

"...Hm."

Reason enough to put her polearm away. So, holding it between her palms, even in the gauntlets, her gems shed light on it, and it...

Changed. It faded, wavered, and seemed to fade into her gems as she made a pointed gesture, leaving her with only her gauntlets to fight with. As if that was a problem.

"Now it is harmless."

Loki nods, and her blade vanishes in a similar way, a shimmer of green energy, and then gone.

"Shall we?" she asks, gesturing down the tunnel.

"We shall."

She'd get quite the workout. And apparently, some money. Was this a public service?

Hm.

"Others do this?"

"Oh yes," Loki affirms. "There are tons of ruins here, and more as you go deeper; you never know what might turn up. It's a lot of fun, not to mention, makes a good story."

"These rust monsters aren't native." Or at least, that was what she'd taken from Loki's surprise at finding one.

"Nope. If we were deeper, maybe, but not here."

"Then there is something pushing them upward."

Reason enough to go down.

So she went. Once they were deep enough inside, she lifted a hand, one of her gems acting as a lantern, casting light before them.

"Handy," Loki comments. "Ah-- Yes, something's driving them. About half a dozen have come through here, see?" She points out the faint rusty markings on the ground and walls.

And that was interesting on its own. Because-- "Why have we only seen the one."

If nearly six came through from further underground, then where were the other five? She looked ahead... but suddenly the futures weren't so certain.

"An excellent question," Loki murmurs. After a moment of consideration, she conjures up a dagger, and lays it on the ground, before waving Garnet behind one of the carved basalt pillars.

She herself steps back, once, twice, and fades from sight.

For someone so big, Garnet is rather adept at hiding. She steps behind the pillar, extinguishes the light from her gem, and waits. This, for now, will have to be done with hearing instead of sight.

Easy.

Loki on the other hand, has no problem seeing in the dark, and likewise no problem seeing when the remaining monsters begin to slowly enter the room again.

The sound was... distinctive. Garnet stood. Listened, counted by distinct noises. Four? Five? Difficult to number. But she could guess where they would be by that alone. Her polearm would have been a good lure, but she still wanted to keep it.

There was no way her axe would've fit in here.

The thought came quickly: Amethyst would've loved this. She could almost see Amethyst folding into her rolling attack, bouncing off each beast, binding them with her whip. Maybe she would have to see to it that she got the chance.

But as it was, she waited. Waited until the beasts sounded too close to run away easily. And then both of her gems began to glow. Low at first. Low enough to not quite be seen. But brightening second by second.

Loki takes that as a signal to launch her own attack, going 'low' again, sending out a radial burst of that same destructive energy, briefly lighting the room with that same olivine sparkle.

And Garnet... Well, there's something beautiful about seeing that kind of brute force in action. She struck, leaping high and punching, kicking, grabbing one and somehow generating electricity that arced through the creature and left it twitching on the floor. She was a force to be reckoned with, and when she was done, she simply jumped back down to the floor, leaving the beasts in the past.

Pure poetry in motion, and Loki takes a moment, in the wake of her spells, to watch with plain appreciation.

"You're quite good at this," she comments.

"Practice."

But then, thanks to years of experience now with Steven, thanks to learning a bit more about how to speak to people, she added, "So are you."

"Practice," Loki allows wryly. "So," she continues, dusting her hands off. "You're the Seer, which way should we go?"

So Loki had caught that. Not that she'd been hiding it, but that fact alone was good to know.

"The fork to the right continues downward and eventually reaches a dead end. There are rooms that may hold useful items. The fork to the left also continues downward, but leads up first. It goes... deeper."

Very deep. All of the futures agreed on that.

"Hmm. Let's clear out the dead end first," Loki decides. "Might as well check it out, right?"

She could hardly have missed that the other woman was a Seer; it's pretty obvious, when one has seen as much as Loki has.

"You will find more of use there than I." But it wasn't a no. Instead, with her gems acting as lights, that was the direction Garnet went, unafraid.

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