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AC: 16 | HP: 35/35 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13

Her grin widened as it took in the sun, and she sprinted down the path.  As she slowed to a jog then a stop, her lips flattened slightly.  There wasn't a crowd left to compete with fully, just a couple of stragglers who looked to've been here a while.  Her head cocked a little as he spoke, and her brow squeezed as she needed to process what he said.  It was so weird to hear some of the same words and sounds made so differently, almost as if they even breathed differently. 

"Ya." She said, shrugging off her pack and sword, then she gave her heart two taps then extended her arm sideways, with a mutter of strange syllables.  The armor responded to her command, and was cast off instantly into a pile next to her bag.  Free from the chains and steel plates, she stretched, loosening her wide necked shirt that was very loosely tied together above her breasts.  It was cinched together in around her biceps and waist with wide leather belts, that covered her down to her hip, flaring over a pair of snug leather pants. 

The corner of her mouth rose into a smirk as and she returned the up and down look, her front teeth pulled on her bottom lip a little just to... mmmm.. yup, he'd do for a nibble.  Her wolf pendant bobbed as she stepped forward and pressed between his pecs with her middle and ring finger.  Giving her fingers a tap and the boy a wink, Billie stepped past him with a confident laugh.

Lifting a javelin, she bounced it in her hand, testing it's weight and balance. "So, we just see how far we can throw, no?"  The words were Grehesian, and she let him puzzle them out as she took a step forward.  Billie modeled her movements after what she'd seen earlier.  A fluid step that used one's full body, from heel, toe, hip, shoulder, to fingertip, she launched the missile down the field.

It was a respectable toss, so she gave it a nod, then turned back to the bronze boy. "I'm Billie."