[It's too hard for her to smile, but anything that gets her moving is a good sign; Clover's fidgeting as she speaks, shifting her weight where she sits, isn't quite so listless and drained by her misery. Though she's quiet, she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger when she speaks.]

Um, I don't really know how to wield an axe... That was, um. Luck, I guess. [And she folds her hands in her lap, staring down at them.] Adrenaline. [Instinct and fury and vengeance. She looks back up at Arumat.] Um, basic combat training. [The skill as it's listed on her profile card.] I can pretty much just...throw a punch. Kick someone off me. That kinda thing.