“This place is quite beyond me... quite beyond the means of a Hunt.” Ashley couldn’t tear his eyes off of Irina’s cybernetics, as it was the first time he had seen such a thing. He had an urge to touch the metal skin, to caress the cold steel that was once porcelain flesh. He remained still, however. “I fear my paraphernalia is inert in such a place of advancement.” He let out the same quiet laugh to himself as before, yet it almost seemed sad. Self-deprecating, even. Irina still had not seen Ashley’s weapons, though he was bound to have some. His sides were still consumed by his tenebrous cloak. Then, as if almost on queue, Ashley pushed his cloak back with his hands to reveal two weapons resting at his hips. The venerable Chikage, a Katana/Saber hybrid that used the blood of its user to empower itself. Then, the repeating pistol: an advanced weapon utilized by the Hunters of the Healing Church. It could fire two shots in quick succession, at the cost of being a ravenous consumer of quicksilver ammunition. “As you can glean, my weapons mirrors that of the Crow, too.”