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Post by Thaddeus Striker on Oct 16, 2012 12:51:24 GMT -5
It was a rare sight to see Thaddeus anywhere near the weapons or arena. He was a healer by nature, not a fighter. The closest thing that he had ever come to holding a weapon was medical tools. It wasn't that he had anything against violence, not when his kind were on the brink of being killed just for being born, he just couldn't bring himself to harm anyone. Things were different, though. Now, the DCA were out for blood, literally, and wanted all demi-gods dead. It was well enough that he healed the others, but they were going to need all the man power they could do. Besides, what if he got caught out in the field? He needed to be able to defend himself, right? It would be easy enough to find an Ares kid or even one of his siblings to teach him how to fight, but first he had to find the right weapon for him.
He silently walked through the armory, running a hand over the different weapons. A sword wasn't his style, he didn't had enough upper body strength or the time needed to become deadly with it. He frowned at the thought and moved away from the blades.
The bow was an obvious choice for any child of Apollo, but it didn't appeal to the young doctor. They just seemed like stick to him. Pointy and deadly sticks, but sticks none the less. The one time he had pointed that fact out to some of his younger siblings, they had given him a look of disgust and horror. That was the last time he had mentioned his views on bows...
Of course, the real problem that was staring him in the face was his lack of knowledge on the subject of weapons. How could he know which would work best for him? He stopped in the middle of the room, hands on his hips as he surveyed the vast collect of weaponry made by various demi-gods.
He was going to need some help...
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