[ She's not enjoying herself. Obviously. That would be barbaric. But Aranea's livelier than she's been in some time, maybe in the entire time she's been here. Familiarly awful is still familiar, after all, and after so much confusion and uncertainty there's something almost soothing about this return to what she knows. Find what's causing trouble, and stop it from causing any more; she's done that on two sides of the same war now, and she slides back into it like a favorite pair of gloves. Or set of armor, in this case.
She's not enjoying it, and there's nothing to indicate she's not taking it seriously when she sees Steve in the thick of it and decides to pitch in, making a leap that's higher than the rooftops surrounding them before she drives her lance down through the body of one of the creatures approaching him. But after blades drive through flesh and blood spatters pavement, she turns to him with a grin as she yanks her weapon free. ]
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She's not enjoying it, and there's nothing to indicate she's not taking it seriously when she sees Steve in the thick of it and decides to pitch in, making a leap that's higher than the rooftops surrounding them before she drives her lance down through the body of one of the creatures approaching him. But after blades drive through flesh and blood spatters pavement, she turns to him with a grin as she yanks her weapon free. ]
Knew you didn't get all that teaching art.