Agrias glanced over Ramza's attire, a disapproving sneer betraying her welcoming wave. Even though she herself had not brought most of her armor, she still made sure to wear some protective gear. This was training, after all. People get hurt.

She mentally chided herself, though, as she was still unaware what a weapon was. Well, she understood the theory, anyway, but a person becoming a weapon was nothing she had ever heard of -- even from a world where people became frogs, chickens, or dragons.

She took a few steps to approach Ramza, her hand rising to her chin as she thought. "Some basic training, perhaps. We were expected to know how to fortify the front line were it to fall. And how to defend ourselves should we find ourselves disarmed."