Taking On The Day [Catherine/OPEN]

A low whistling could be heard on the savannah's winds, the scrape and adjustment of metal and wire accompanying it, the source being within a clasp of tall grasp, the redhead picking at the hilt of some bizzare looking sword.

Was a good thing, she was worried the blade might've burnt out, but it just seemed the attack got some debris into the battery chamber. The refinement process was getting there, it was almost a design she was happy with, but she couldn't exactly have one of it's main points of function ceasing because a Hollow got a little spit-happy.

The dead being of sin had been dragged and then laid, still with cauterized wounds decorating it's dark sandy coat; She was definitely making notes of the pros and cons of the weapon - it wasn't one she could utilize as reliably as her spear, but it definitely had it's uses on targets with less dense defenses. Maybe if she even figured out a smaller design so she could carry a single thing extra...