Lo walked back into the coppice, in time to see Kitt perform the last movement of basic swordplay... His twin daggers where humming softly, and glowing a pearlescant blue.. he was obviously calm and at peace... for if he had been fighting, bloodlust and angered, they would have burned with ethereal sliver fire, and sang a song of death.... She smiled, a rarity, and walked over to the young feline...
"Very good... It seems your fathers daggers have accepted you as their new masters... i assume you did not know, that a ranger's weaponry can kill someone attempting to use it... if you where not worthy, they would have burned you terribly..."
Kitt flinched, as if to try and drop the daggers... Lo laughed, another rarity... "Do not worry... they obviously recognised their master's kin... and i think they would have accepted you anyway.. the heart of a true ranger beats within you..."
She walked closer, handing back his quiver of bolts... It was now full to the brim with gold-fletched arrows, with ebony shafts and serrated tips... She had not finished however, and handed over another quiver, this one not so full... Kitt pulled one of these bolts out, they where longer than the others, with a heavy bodkin tip... "These other bolts... they wont fit in the loading mechanism... how do i fire them?"
Lo took his crossbow, and loaded one of the bolts singularly into it... "You must load and fire them one by one.. slower than your normal repeater shots... but far more deadly..." She took aim, and pulled the trigger... the large bolt flew true, smashing a wooden target into smithereens...