Welcome to Gaia! ::

She walked carefully down the hall, outfitted in leather armor that was rather obviously different from the average armor, being that it was green and scaly. She seemed very nervous, not sweating, but her hands were a little shaky.One can tell her skin is normally tan, but she's a little pale at the moment because of her nerves. A strange-shaped knife is strapped to her leg, it's almost as long as her thigh, and her hand fidgets at the handle, not as if to draw it, but to take comfort from its presence. On her hips are holstered twin 9mm Berettas, one might find it odd that her hand is on the knife and not the guns. Her AK-47 is strapped tightly to her back by a strap across her chest, and it moves amongst her long dark hair because of her deep breaths as she tries to relax herself.

Her footsteps are very quiet, somewhat obviously so, especially with her hesitance, and one can see it's because she's wearing shoes made of the same material as her armor. How strange. She takes one last very deep breath as she comes to a stop in front of her instructor.

"Good day, sir. I am Ryela Camillor. I am new here, an Initiate I believe?" her voice is full of hesitance "Anyway, I came from Vault 904 a number of years ago and have travelled a long way with the intent to experience the world, and I look forward to my experience with the esteemed establishment of the Brotherhood of Steel. If you'll keep me, of course." She smiles nervously.

Ryela steps toward the dummy that her instructor has indicated, and stops about a step out of arm's length, facing the dummy.

She asks over her shoulder, patting her knife on her right thigh "I hope you don't mind if I use my own weapon in this case? It's what I'm most familiar with."

She turns back to the dummy and takes a deep breath. She draws the knife slowly, then brings it up quickly as she steps forward to cut once diagonally down from what would be the dummy's left shoulder, once across its midsection, then pulling back and stabbing her black blade straight into the center of her second cut.

She steps back, and turns to her instructor, the knife held lax at her side but not replaced in its sheath on her thigh. "Will that be sufficient, sir?" She seems to have lost the tremble in her hands, for the moment.

"Yes sir" said Ryela as she slipped her knife quietly and easily back into the sheath on her thigh.

She walked to the table of firearms, glancing over them. She selected a single 9mm Beretta like her own, hefted it in her left hand gently to be sure it was loaded, then walked to the firing line with a deliberate step. She flipped off the safety easily. With her left arm outstretched, she proceeded to fire at the far left dummy, aiming for the center of its presumed forehead. The chamber casing slid back, spitting out the shell, which fell between her feet. Her left index finger had pulled a little too much, causing the bullet to enter just above what would be the dummy's right ear. Perhaps still a fatal shot for most, but she frowned at her shot, obviously it wasn't what she had hoped for, and the shell towards her face didn't help. She only frowned for a moment before turning to grasp the Beretta with both hands, still using her left hand as the dominant hand. This time she aimed at the center dummy, in the same place as on the previous, and fired again. Once again she frowned momentarily at the hole just to the left of the center of the forehead of the dummy, and likely at the fact that she had forgotten that most guns shoot the shell toward the right. Finally, she turned to the right dummy and held the Beretta out in her right hand, the pistol seemed to kick more as she fired this time than either of those before, but with a hole bored through the center of the dummy's forehead, she appeared satisfied with her shot.

"I try to use both hands, in case one ever becomes incapacitated for any reason. My right hand will always be better though, I can't change the years behind that. I'm still terrible using both hands at once on something this small though, too many fingers in one place."

She put the safety on the Beretta as she walked to the table, and set it down carefully in its previous place. She carefully examined the other guns available. She selected the AK-47, like the one on her back. She picked it up, examining it, and it seemed to fit naturally into her hands, but she seemed more cautious with it than the Beretta. She walked to the firing line again, switching off the safety and set the AK to auto once she arrived. Ryela lifted the AK to the appropriate position, aiming at the center dummy. A look of slight disgust, at the waste of bullets this mode required, crept onto her face as she held down the trigger. The AK spit forth 5 shots, kicking back into her shoulder despite how stiffly she held it. Ryela released the trigger and observed the five holes clustered together in the chest of the dummy. Again, she turned on the safety of the weapon before carefully setting it back down on the table.

She looked toward her instructor from beside the table. "Is that enough of a display, sir? What's next?"

[The post has been edited, sir.]

[Um...before I blow up something/someone important, what is there to shield us from the blast?]

"I'll try," said Ryela as she sifted through the box of grenades carefully, handling each one extremely gently. Finally, she selected one, holding it tightly but carefully as she walked to the firing line. She stood right in front of the center dummy, that she had previously opened up the chest of using the AK. She took a deep breath, squeezed the lever of the grenade, and pulled the pin out of it. She took one quick, but deliberate, breath before pitching it like a fastball at the torn chest of the center dummy.

Ryela ducked behind a nearby wall as soon as she released the grenade.

The grenade embedded itself in the chest of the dummy, and it and the dummy exploded, sending bits of flaming hay and burlap flying into the air, leaving a charred post in its wake. The other dummies smoldered and smoked a little from the falling embers, and were charred on the sides closest to the center dummy.

Ryela looks over the room and shrugs "I suppose I may as well try. Do I get any supplies to work with? And do I have a specific place to start from?"

[Also, can I get some sort of map to know what there is to hide behind, in, on, under, next to, or as? I don't want to expect there to be something similarly colored to my armor to blend in with, and there actually not be anything.]