[ti]spawn[/ti]Blessings of The Hunt X

And so, she walks in the rain, shielded from it by the hood of her cloak. At her waist, resting within a sheath, Tyrfing is ready to be wielded into battle, as is the dagger Tuesday had forged with Aesop.

She could have Aesop here with her, even if he wouldn't like the rain at all. She could have Legion, who would actually like the rain a lot. Or, she could have Ancile, who would not care for rain and would protect her always. Yet... Tuesday chooses to be here alone with Tyrfing, because they must train and perfect the art of battling together.

Even in the rain, the Pokémon of the Steppes continue with their lives, used to this sort of stormy weather. Some hide in burrows, some beneath spires, and some act like nothing different is happening.

Tuesday watches them with mild curiosity, for she's not really here as some sort of wildlife researcher. She's here to hunt, and in her observing of wild Pokémon, she hopes to find what she's looking for...

What's next? Tuesday doesn't really bother with pondering on this matter. Instead, she waits for the Steppes to show her. Tyrfing is silent and so is her, because they both know that any moment now, there could be a wild Steel Pokémon nearby that could be alerted of their presence by their discussion.

So, they stay alert and silent, watching for signs while rain falls all around them. The problem, though? The rain. That rain that washes away tracks and makes it hard to hear anything else.

At least it does add to the challenge.

The cloak holds up against the rain quite well, which makes Tuesday glad to have decided to keep it for herself. Her RAINBOW FLAME CLOAK is nice and aesthetic and all, but sometime with a hood is preferable during stormy weather, so this one will do.

Meanwhile, her boots? Muddy sabatons aren't exactly aesthetic or pretty, but what else can she do? Maybe she could make some armored covers for the shoes she had gotten from the Noonlight Raid or something....

As Tuesday muses on these matters, movement catches her eye, her cat ears twitching and her tail swaying from side to side.

Thunder strikes in the vicinity, catching Tuesday by surprise. Her tail bristles, almost doubling in size, but after a second or two it begins to return to normal...

<'Are you scared of the weather, child?'> Tyrfing asks, and Tuesday does not miss the mockery in her eerie steel tone.

"No. It just surprised me." Her eyes roll.

<'It shouldn't. This is a storm, after all.'>

"Need a hand?"

Yuze, much alike Tuesday, hadn't left the Steppes after their last encounter with a Duraludon, and lo and behold, here's another. Had he been keeping a close eye on where she was going because she always sees to find steel types? Maybe so, but of course Yuze won't tell her that!

Instead, he simply orders Hala to attack, and the Shinx gladly makes her own THUNDER WAVE ring through the air.

Yuze raises a brow, but then again, he kind of had expected Tuesday to say something like that way sooner. Is she just nice or not interested in profiting in any instance she can in the game. Judging by the fact that she has been decimating the Steel type population, Yuze would vote against the latter, but he had also heard she runs a store in Briarbane that only opens one day a week. Contradictory. Guessing people's motivations is a complex game, and while he could ask her, that just isn't as fun.

"You might." He agrees as Hala jumps onto the duralumin dragon, hissing and growl and smacking it with her claws. "But you seem like the type that sees value in things other than bytes."

Things like information, perhaps.