[She frowns at that question. Weapons - her weapon of choice is her intellect, she's always thought. It's her willingness to survive, to thrive. Even in the midst of war, she did not take life. If she starts doing it here...

She frets, pulling at the frayed ends of her sleeves.]

I've tended to resort to simply slapping someone. The idea of using something sharp, or even something blunt is... [She shakes her head.] Nevermind - it was just a talk I had with Wrath, it... If for whatever reason, my magic were taken from me, I'd be useless to everyone.