[Ginia looks at the selection of blades before choosing a single-edged blade - a falchion - the closest thing around to the machetes she favors when she needs something with a bit more reach than her combat knife. She grips it in her left hand and turns away from him as she gives it a swing to check the weight and balance. Satisfied with the weapon, she nods at Iskandar and tilts her head toward the open training area.
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Silently, she hope she doesn't shame Archer.]