Lien smiled while taking the drink from Jett, sipping it as she listened to her teammate explain how he was of use to the team, after Xavier had done the same and Mythos had shared a very important part of her past: she couldn’t remember it. Combat-wise, Mythos seemed like a good fit, a specialist in sniping and long-range combat, what the team lacked. Already knowing what Jett was saying, Lien studied Mythos’s face again. She couldn’t help but do so, there was just something about her that was… strange. The resemblance was striking, though there were obviously differences. Her new leader’s face was less full, with herself lacking the flat, almost hollowed cheeks Mythos had. Realizing she was staring and almost certainly in a way that could be interpreted as creepily, Lien suddenly was very interested in her water bottle.
As Jett motioned for her to introduce herself, Lien realized another thing. She had absolutely no idea what to say or do to impress Mythos. Xavier had his mechanics and his arm, Jett was had his semblance, what’d she have? And furthermore, all of the fancy lingo was lost on her, her trainer while Lien still served the Yaos was a bit more old-fashioned in his methods, and she didn’t exactly have many resources for such things in the Yao manor. ’Oh, I might as well just go on with it…’
“I guess it’s my turn now… Well, first, my weapons of choice.” Lien raised both of her hands, showing off the long nail guards on her fingers. “I call them Zhì and Zhōng, and they’re fine as in in combat, though,” she transformed them into their other form, “I mostly use them like this. They use kinetic and fire Dust, so my punches can pack more of a… punch.” Trying not to cringe at the unintended pun, Lien once again showed Mythos Zhì and Zhōng, this time not in their dormant form. She then stood up from her spot on the couch, lifting a leg behind her and grasping her ankle to keep her boots, or more specifically the long blades attached to them, visible. “These aid my kicks. And occasionally get in the way. Neither of my weapons are really very convenient outside of combat.”
“My particular style,” Lien placed a hand on her chest to indicate herself, “is strictly close-quarters, and such my skills are more specialized. My style is neat, light, and concise, my strikes quick and fast yet strong as well. It’s also based off of various martial arts, Savate and Sikaran in particular. The neat part can sometimes be a weakness in that it’s predictable at times, the consistency in rhythm contributing to that weakness as well.”
To lead into her next words, Lien flared up her aura, letting it visibly run through her. “Aura-wise, I’m the most skilled user. I can enhance some attacks with aura to make them do more damage, I’m more adept and concentrating my aura in certain places, and can heal more than the average user. Also, my aura itself is quite strong, able to take more as well.”
“I complement the styles of the other two in combat too,” she added. Jerking her head over at Xavier, she said, “As far as Xavier is concerned, I am fast enough to take care of the gaps he leaves and the enemies that are fast enough to escape, making up for his lack of speed at times thanks to the weight of his equipment. With Jett,” she paused to nod at said teammate, “I can take advantage of his way of absorbing most of the enemy force, keeping them on him, as I focus on defense a lot, trying to protect my aura level as much as possible. Sometimes it means that I drag things out too long for myself, but if in a team situation, Jett makes sure that doesn’t happen. In general, my role is to dispatch of more enemies more quickly and more effectively, as Xavier lacks the speed to and Jett is mostly keeping the focus on himself. The former leaves gaps and the latter may take more than he doles out, which is where I come in.”
Finished with her explanation of combat, Lien plopped back down on the couch, returning her weapons to their dormant forms and trying not to let any harm come to the furniture. Perhaps it’d be nice revenge against the Schnee man, but she wasn’t that petty, wasn’t going to stoop that low. Lien then remembered that she’d yet to share anything about herself as a person. She half-considered skipping it altogether, she didn’t really like divulging information about herself to others, even Jett and Xavier had only been told what was absolutely necessary about her time with the Yaos. “About me, I’m from Mistral, and am an only child. And, um… you’re very pretty as well, Mythos.” She left out the part where she was adopted and that her parents and twin had died in Vacuo when she was young, it was a bit too personal for a stranger, and even Lien knew that it’d be really heavy information.