Tiger and Dragon looked at each other, sharing a look. No one said anything about restrictions, so that must mean...
Dragon picked up her staff, fashioned out of pink coral, and named 'Otohime's Hairpin'. It stood at least one hundred and fifty centimetres tall, and it looked like a pink snake spiraling up the staff and curling around a huge white pearl. Around her waist secured a set of metal fans, used for defence. The tips were lined with sharp pin like knives, which were rarely used for slashing, Dragon prefered to throw them. She flexed her wings, inside they were soft and smooth, but outside they were rock hard. She had spent years training them, using the iron rocks outside her brother's forge as a target. Now she can truly be a 'wall', there was nothing that was going to go past her today. Curling her tail around her staff, she held it in front of her, whispering spells to it. She reached for something inside her robes, and drew out a white, machine looking bracelet. Handing it to Tiger, she watched as he put it on, the machine unraveling into a large, futuristic hand cannon, equipped with a large set of claws at the end that could act like fingers. "It's been a while since I used this baby," he said, grinning. He clenched his hand, the claws doing the same. "You may be better with a sword, Akio, but can you beat me when it comes to ranged?"