[ Bartimaeus is not holding a weapon, and frankly it's making him uneasy that she is. He has no love of steel things, never mind steel things with sharp points being wielded by warriors, and isn't afraid to eye the blade she's holding with a degree of nervousness. It's not as if he's never used weapons before, but he has more than enough confidence in his own innate abilities that he's never felt the need to wield some sort of razor-sharp blade that could easily slice through his essence with barely a swish. He's more of an improvisational weapon-wielder – for example, chairs or chunks of rock or other such items hurled with force. ]
Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I'm more of an observer, you understand.
free cities!
[ Bartimaeus is not holding a weapon, and frankly it's making him uneasy that she is. He has no love of steel things, never mind steel things with sharp points being wielded by warriors, and isn't afraid to eye the blade she's holding with a degree of nervousness. It's not as if he's never used weapons before, but he has more than enough confidence in his own innate abilities that he's never felt the need to wield some sort of razor-sharp blade that could easily slice through his essence with barely a swish. He's more of an improvisational weapon-wielder – for example, chairs or chunks of rock or other such items hurled with force. ]
Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I'm more of an observer, you understand.