A parasitical mass of steel in Leicia's right hand thrummed with life. Herself of noble blood and ignorant to the ways of the world, she was unsure if the chance encounter with the enigmatic weapon was a blessing or a curse. Though the interminable drudgery of protocol was tiresome, she was neither a thrillseeker by nature. Afraid that obtaining such power meant that she was to use it in battle, she pleaded with all her might to avoid such a perilous fate.