"Uh.... no. I've never really been in a proper fight before... I only know a little bit on how to fight from my father and some of the villagers. I've gone hunting before, but I don't carry a weapon on me." Ava said, almost disappointing in herself that she didn't even bother to grab a kitchen knife, let alone a proper weapon, before leaving her home. 

"But my grandfather did warn me about something. Apparently this," Ava held out her hand. A ball of condensed air began to form in her palm, becoming almost visible. "... power, he called it, can be very dangerous. They kept me from practicing or experimenting with it, especially when I accidentally blew the wall of a barn when I was curious a few years back. But I don't really know much about it, or why I can control the air like this..." she said, at least feeling a little less useless.