"We haven't," [i]Octavia muttered, as she clasped her caged helmet, her fingers holding its steel design to her chest before she placed it upon her head, securing her skull from potential damage - well, some damage, since Remy could probably still cleave her in half if he tried. Once she had placed the piece of armor back on, she drew her weaponry:[/i] [i]Octavia's weapons were split between a shortsword, almost like a broadsword in design, and a dagger. The first of the two was about twenty-two inches long in total, and sharpened to an edged point fitting for Octavia. She twirled the sword calmly, as she assumed a combative position where she raised her dagger above her head, gripping it with her left hand as she held her sword to her right, crouching so that she could strafe quickly to the side in the case of dodges. The dagger was sharpened, its own edges razor-sharp and perfected for stabbing and slashes, while being about ten inches long in total.[/i] "Ready whenever you are, Warden." [i]Octavia crossed the two blades together and bowed slightly to Remy, signifying her preparation for combat.[/i]