At the first sounds of trouble she'd armored up, taken stock of the whereabouts of her cabin sibs, and then headed out, daggers holstered and whip snaking its way from her wrist into her hand.
Once Lydia gets to the strawberry fields, she chooses to stand her ground; she's aware of the traps hidden within the forest and the terrain is far more familiar to those of the camp than the enemy.
Her whip in her left hand, dagger held reverse gripped in her right, she flares the wicked length out again and again, forcing the enemy to keep their distance and hoping to drive them into the trees.
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At the first sounds of trouble she'd armored up, taken stock of the whereabouts of her cabin sibs, and then headed out, daggers holstered and whip snaking its way from her wrist into her hand.
Once Lydia gets to the strawberry fields, she chooses to stand her ground; she's aware of the traps hidden within the forest and the terrain is far more familiar to those of the camp than the enemy.
Her whip in her left hand, dagger held reverse gripped in her right, she flares the wicked length out again and again, forcing the enemy to keep their distance and hoping to drive them into the trees.