[Lancelot had been a hulk of a man in the formerly pristine hallways of that holding compound. He was dressed as tight and simply as possible, wearing a gas-mask with a number of thin blade tucked on his belt and on a bandolier around his shoulder for quick access. A number of blades were lost--either too far embedded in their targets or broken, but he still had plenty left.
In one hand, he held a short katana with a thick blade, sharpened enough that it could be boasted to put holes in body-armor even without his immense strength. He paused at the end of the hall, spotting Stephanie at the other end just as he turned a corner. It was too far to identify her as another transport, but just close enough he cold tell she was armed. Rather than announcing himself aloud and giving away his intentions for any soldiers hidden out in the rooms, Lancelot sheathed his sword and remained still.]
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In one hand, he held a short katana with a thick blade, sharpened enough that it could be boasted to put holes in body-armor even without his immense strength. He paused at the end of the hall, spotting Stephanie at the other end just as he turned a corner. It was too far to identify her as another transport, but just close enough he cold tell she was armed. Rather than announcing himself aloud and giving away his intentions for any soldiers hidden out in the rooms, Lancelot sheathed his sword and remained still.]