The next few weeks had passed in a blur for Lucy. She spent most of her days out in the field, learning the ways of the Hunter. She was a natural-born Bladedancer, Jason told her, much to Cayde's delight.

This particular day the sun was streaming down in the Cosmodrome, and Kevin and Lucy were out on a practice mission with Jason. They wandered around, working on honing their super skills under Jason's watchful bladed effortlessly, and Kevin
matched her pace with his Golden gun. Every now and then, Lucy would hear the swishing of a throwing knife rushing past her, and seconds later a stray Dreg would be dead several feet ahead.

"Have you thought about trying the Golden Gun, Lucy?" Jason inquired after she completed a blade dance on a group of Vandals.

"No. That's Kev's job."

"I think you should try it." Jason encouraged, and Lucy reluctantly told her Ghost to make the switch.

"I don't know about this." Lucy was visibly shaken, and Jason wondered if he was pushing her too hard too fast.

"You've got it. Now. Draw your Golden. Focus, aim, shoot. Anything you miss, finish off with a grenade or a knife."

She shakily pulled her Golden and aimed at a group of Dregs and Vandals nearby. The first shot missed wildly, the second was closer, and the third successfully connected with one enemy. Flustered, she threw an incendiary grenade, but failed to line up
her shot correctly. Jason watched in horror as the grenade hit the corner of a building and flew straight back into her face. In a flash, Jason ran over, grabbed her by the waist and swung her away from the impact zone of the grenade. The splash damage
hit them both, and he heard both her shields degenerate as they hit the ground.

"You alright?" He asked, sitting up and pulling her upright with him.

"Owwww..." she whimpered, feeling mighty stupid for making such a foolish mistake.

"It's alright. Accidents happen." Jason soothed, but he could tell she was crying under her helmet.

"I told you I couldn't do it." She pulled herself to her feet, rejecting the hand he offered her.

"You can, Lucy. You just need to work at it. Not every skill will come naturally to you." He tried to pacify her, but he could tell she was too shaken to continue.

"Tell you what. You can head home early, and I'll keep Kevin here a little longer."

Lucy gave a short nod and turned on her heels back to her ship.

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When she reached home, she was greeted by Nate and Mila, who were excitedly comparing notes from their adventures of the day. They paused their conversation when she entered the room.

"How'd your training with Jason go?" Mila asked as she offered Lucy a place to sit down.

"It was awful. I'm a blade dancer, and he made me try Golden Gun. I almost killed myself with an incendiary. Look at this burn mark on my boot!" She thrust her leg out indignantly, and Nate snickered.

"Don't feel bad. Nate did exactly the same thing, but with a suppressor grenade. Instead of throwing it outside his bubble, he threw it inside and nailed himself with it."

If it were possible, Nate would have turned beet red at this moment. An expression of embarrassment showed on his roboticface, and Lucy suddenly didn't feel so bad.

"Don't worry about making mistakes, Luce." Nate offered. "None of us are perfect. I'm sure if you ask the Warlocks they'll tell you stories just as embarrassing."

"Yeah, the key is to just keep on trying. You're a badass Hunter. You'll get there." Mila stood up. Now, I'm going for a walk around the Tower. Who's coming with me?"