The bar was...unusually reticent, in the lower layers of her mind (and she hadn't pried further; she wasn't sure if she'd be noticed; she wasn't sure if offending would get her kicked out, and regardless of whether it was actually safe it was safer than anywhere else she'd been for the past...three years?) so she couldn't be sure this place wasn't really a trap of some kind, but the higher layers gave a plausible explanation that didn't involve being a trap, and whatever else it was warm and dry and had food. Her guard was probably a full 25% down. Positively trusting, these days.
"This kind of magical girlness...does seem like the kind of thing that plays well with others."
"If you got a heavy hitting combat spell for your first...I will be slightly jealous but not necessarily surprised given your situation."
"There's a giant squid in the lake, who is a long-term resident and should not be shot at."
And she goes outside, holding the door long enough to invite followers, if they want to see the magic thing. In addition to the lake, there is a forest, and a mountain off in the distance. Rose of Defiance decides to position herself such that if she just fires off a random energy blast or something it will just go harmlessly into the sky. And her spell is...
Flip-the-grip-on-the-whips arms folded over chest back of the hands out "Flowerstorm Barrage!"
Gosh. That sure is a lot of rose petals going at an awfully high velocity. In a lot of colors, too, which is odd given that the roses on her wrists are just red.
"Like, are you surprised that her attack is a swarm of colorful roses, at all. My kind usually winds up with actual weapons of some kind or sometimes beams of energy."
"Oh. No, there's plenty of beams of energy and actual weapons, but this isn't outside the norm."
The rose petals were traveling at high velocity and, apparently, behaving as though they were harder than whatever they hit.
"Do you think we could borrow a sheet of steel or something from Bar? I want to see how well hard metals hold up against this thing," Rose says.
"I might ask anyway, about chunks of iron or whatever that would only be good for scrap anyway so it wouldn't matter how many pieces it was in so long as the mass was the same."