Chapter 195: A New Archer

As dusk began to emerge, the teens training their magic and energy further, using Inti to serve as the sun once Harvard de-fused himself away from it, even starting to allow multiple into the battle so that they can spar while dodging the sun's light, Pygmalis would be watching over in shock and excitement, making her way across the inner chambers to try and find Fiona so she can see the progress they made. When she did, she would notice that she herself was also training, having her body take a more physical route by facing off against Pria in such a trifecta. She was dodging lefts and rights, keeping herself away the moment the roots sprouted out and tried to attack her on her side, shutting off her hearing when she'd hear the whistle, backing out and closing in to make sure she continues with the pressure. Pygmalis could even see that Fiona was doing this without her bow, wanting to build up as much energy as possible through her training. "Hohoho~! Seems you've been trying to push yourself just as much, huh, lil' lass?" She would ask, which would temporarily stop the spar between them.

Fiona would give a smile as she'd try to wipe off the sweat with her forearm, petting Pria and guiding her so that she can relax just as much temporarily. "Well, despite how absolutely crazy he sounded, the Kid did raised a good point. If we're heading for a war, I gotta make sure I get my A-Game on, otherwise I'd be a liability. I'm not gonna do....THAT type of training though. I value my life, thanks."

The Old woman would chuckle to herself, hearing such words. "Hohohoho~! Interesting! Although, at some point you would have to consider such an option at the end of the day. It's not usual for someone to actually have such self preservation in times like this." She would state.

Fiona would have her expression changed to a concerned look, turning her head towards Pria. The Wendigo merely shrugged and gave a low growl, which the Archer was getting scared over. "Sorry, huh?" She would question.

Pygmalis would continue. "Don't you see it, young one? Everyone has been going tooth and nail, laws be damned, to get what they want. I can tell from those boys exactly that, and I can certainly tell from your religious friend, too. Bless his soul."

"Wait YOU KNOW ABOUT-"

"Let's not get too loud, dearie. I don't think the boys could handle losing another life." She'd whisper, gesturing towards the teens: With Stolas and Harvard fighting each other, utilizing Stars for different constellations and Spells that were obtained to learn more about. Fiona couldn't help but have a horrified face, gripping her arms somewhat. Pygmalis would continue. "At some point, we're going to have to go eventually. Why not finish it with a bang, Mm? Let them know that our deaths will be one that shall be remembered throughout the ages. I'm already doing just that with how my old age is gonna go, Hohoho~!" She'd chuckle, though Fiona would only give a nervous smile to the Old Woman before shifting back to her usual concern.

"I-.....I dunno. I mean- I'm basically the last adult standing. Having experienced monsters killing everything off, people dying on me to ensure I survive, people going out of their way to harm others....it feels a bit too much, y'now?"

"That is why, my Dear, you need to learn to let go. You need to let go of such fears, Of such Limits, even. The Pastor knew it. The Boys knew it. I'm pretty sure even the cutest little critter of yours knows too." She'd state, giving Pria a well deserved pat and cheek scratch, somewhat treating her like a pet, despite being human-like. "Now, I believe you should start learning some Magic if you want to keep up with everyone else, Mm? After all you did said you don't want to be a liability, correct?" Such a question would catch Fiona off guard, with the Archer scrambling to get an understanding on what to even say for such an offer. Before she was able to get out a single word, the Old Woman would be quick in getting close, examining her body, measuring her forearm, her legs, her waist, her chest, even her head, all culminating into creating a stick figure painting of Fiona, with said figure wielding a bow and arrow to signify her difference. She'd have the figure get the exact same measurements, doodling different types of styles that she has the opportunity to do: Ice, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Darkness, Light, Gravity, Time, even Swords being used as a catalyst for such a style, all of them being mixed towards the arrows and induce a different effect on each one. "Well, my dear? Take your pick! What is it you want to cast."

Fiona would look through such options, laughing nervously at them. "I-.....I'm gonna be honest? I don't think any of them suit me all that well..." She would state.

"Oh?"

"Yeah ah....None of them feels like it.....Fits, If it makes any sense?" She'd try to gesture towards her bow being a separate focus, allowing Pygmalis to figure out that she doesn't want just her bow and arrow be utilized, but as a standalone style. The Old Woman would think to herself on such options, before someone else entered in the area, Le'Vial Morow himself.

"Perhaps the lil' missy can use a lil' o' this!" Vial would state, offering a thread and needle as an option.

"Really? A Needle? The hell is a flimsy piece of stri-" Before she would continue her words, Vial would demonstrate it by doing a sewing motion, pumping magic onto the metallic piece and thread to sew Fiona's mouth shut. When she recognized she was being silenced, she immediately panicked and tried to open her mouth, muffled screams as she tries to escape its grasp, yet Vial would simply snap his fingers and let it unfurl, having Fiona open her mouth again and breathe once more. She'd take a moment after such gasps of air before focusing back. "OKAY! Ok.....THAT is what it can do. I should've just not spoke against it." She'd brush her hand across her mouth for any damage, being relieved nothing permanent has been casted. The Old Man simply laughed as he'd offer her the string.

"Well? What yous thinkin', Lil' Missy? Think its a good option? Yous can apply t'is 'ere on yeh arrows 'n sew as yah shoot!" He'd ask, with such a premise being almost tantalizing for the taking. She'd once again remain skeptical, however Pria would nudge her forward a bit to take it, smiling. Fiona recognized such a smile, and so with a deep breath, she'd nod and take the needle. "PERFECT! I'll show you 'em ropes if yous needs it! I's dabbled in a bit of such techniques befo'e stickin' with ol' reliable o'er 'ere! Yous'll do juuuuuuuuuuuuust fiiiine.." The Old Man stated with glee.

For once, she feels at ease. She may be able to carry her own once more.