[ Asuka smiled in competitive satisfaction. A fair ruling. ]

I'm a 'tank'? [ Her eyes suddenly scanned her mirror as the term came in. She saw the figure of a steel-plated cart and the definition being 'sapient shield.' ] You are tossing me into the front lines when it should be peasants who move up first? Fine. My horse is a coward and refuses to go any further into other dimensions. Otherwise I would be impaling the monster's head off atop my horse.

[ She then frowns. ]

Healers? As long as they know what they are doing and stay back with the archers, fine. I hope this isn't a waste of time. I have other worlds I could be exploring.

[ But, she also does take note of Leafa's own weapons (apparently of exquisite quality, to boot), and her outfit. ]

Where is your armor? What kind of man-at-arms are you?