12. Options
Smellerbee stood in front of the shelves in the armory. In her previous life, she would have never pegged herself to be in this position- that was left to her brothers. But now, every Freedom Fighter had their own weapon, and it was her time to pick one and begin training.
Jet stood beside her.
"You don't want to choose something too large, because we don't know yet how tall you're going to get. My bet is that your always going to be sorta small, so we should pick something that will work for you." He looked up at the shelves, trying to decide. She looked like she would make one heck of a swordswoman, but she also could be good at stealth operations. Large or small, large or small?
"Why don't we try both?" He whispered to himself. The girl looked at him.
"Both of what?" She questioned, watching him grab a long sword with a thin blade and a tiny dagger. She grabbed the dagger out of his hand, placed it on the shelf and grabbed another one with a crooked blade.
"I like this one better."