"My offer still stands. Though, you're not storing those in the duat, are you? Teach me your ways, O Edgelord."
She pulls her weapons out of midair, twin khepeshes made of a clean red metal. The pommels have a small animal head on them -- like a greyhound or a jackal, but with a weirdly shaped nose, and the ears are boxy. One can tell that the artwork is too good for the differences to be accidental. She turns them over and over, cutting small bladed noises into the air.
Set laughs to himself, interrupting her train of thought. Hot Chick.
What are you up to, little god?
Just a feeling. And don't call me that, pathetic girl.