Andromeda had gotten very lucky. During her patrols this last week or so she had yet to encounter anyone like Hestia. Vivian gave a shudder at the thought. She should've asked if she needed to be worried about her, after all Hestia had seen her transform so now she also knew who she was aside from Andromeda, right? Did she have to be looking over her shoulder?

Regardless, Vivian wasn't entirely sure if she was cut out for this yet. There had been a few small fry, but in her opinion she'd gotten very lucky. Would her magic be enough? It wasn't particularly... destructive. Should she learn how to defend herself? To fight? Maybe she could look into some martial arts classes.

Something caught the corner of Vivian's eye as she had this thought, and the young woman stopped in front of the large window of a hunting store. Guns? No, no. Snorting to herself, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. No, absolutely not. Guns were--oh... that bow looked really cool though.

Her brow furrowed with a thoughtful look as she tapped her phone against pursed lips. What if she learned how to fire a bow? It wasn't a gun, but it was more effective than her hands, right? "But I've never even held a real bow in my life..." She muttered to herself, not realizing she had spoken aloud.

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