Rezubian looked up at her friend, shrugging lightly at her suggestion of going forward. "I don't really know..." she replied, looking up at her masculine friend. Rezubian hated how tiny she was, and wished sometimes she would grow. Even if it was an inch, she would be happy. Her armor was pretty light, and she felt embarrassed that everyone else was dressed so heavily and here she was, wearing armor that looked like it could be penetrated by an arrow. Then again, if she had gotten heavy armor she probably wouldn't be able to stand. Her strength limited to being able to swing her sword, which was still lighter than most swords. She promised herself however that she would learn to lift heavier weapons later. Her training was far from over in her perspective, 2nd year or not.

"Well then why don't you go up there?" she suggested, elbowing her friend back. "Set the example" she stated.