[Her eyes brighten at the prospect of seeing something new - sure, she's sad they never got around to teaching Ivar necromancy, but it isn't like that couldn't still happen.
Letha flips one of her knives to try and show off, but just barely catches it without hurting herself... and decides not to do that again, instead just shaking her shoulders to get herself ready. And a moment later she dashes forward, aiming one knife at Ivar's chair between his legs, and keeping the other ready to block him if he attacks in turn.]
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[Her eyes brighten at the prospect of seeing something new - sure, she's sad they never got around to teaching Ivar necromancy, but it isn't like that couldn't still happen.
Letha flips one of her knives to try and show off, but just barely catches it without hurting herself... and decides not to do that again, instead just shaking her shoulders to get herself ready. And a moment later she dashes forward, aiming one knife at Ivar's chair between his legs, and keeping the other ready to block him if he attacks in turn.]