"Okie-dokie; pick a ring then, mate!" Sam held the six remaining rings in his hands, having slipped the Sky Ring onto his ring-finger on his right hand.
"You a Rain man, Shrike?" Sam asked, holding the Ring of Rain up between his fingers. ""To wash away conflict, wherever it may rise"; that sound like you, mate? Basically, this'd make you the peace-keeper of the group; solve problems with words, rather than spiky appendages, and keep the rest of the group from killing each other. Is that what you're into? Or, would you prefer-" Sam flicked his wrist in towards his body, and when his hand returned to it's position uncomfortably close to the Shrike's nose, the ring had been replaced by a different one.
"The Ring of Storm: "continuously at the heart of the attack, unrelenting against all odds"; yeah, this one sounds more like you. Basically, you attack-attack-attack non-stop, against any and all odds. This one sounds more like you, though I wouldn't choose until you've heard all the options..."
Sam flicked his wrist again and displayed a third ring. "Cloud: "drifting alone, the Cloud protects his family from an independent standpoint". Basically, you'd be a loner, keeping to yourself all the time. Not sure that suits you; how about-" another flick of the wrist, another ring.
"The Ring of Mist? "Creating nothing from something, and something from everything, thus bewildering your foe"; basically, you'd live by tricks, beating blokes down with mind-games rather than actual violence. You know, this one kind of sounds more like me... anyway, moving on:"
Sam produced yet another ring. "Sun. Nice one. "Destroying the misfortune which attacks the family with one's own body". With this one, it's your job to protect the rest of us in any way you can. Yes? No? Alright-" Sam flicked his wrist one last time and presented the final ring.
"The Ring of Thunder. I have a feeling you'll like this one, Shrike: "to take the damage of the family, then return it tenfold, as a Lightning Rod". Damage in its' rawest form, both taking it in and dishing it out; this, my friend, will probably suit you the best."
Sam smirked and tossed the ring into the air, then caught it in his palm, laying it to rest along with the rest of the rings. "It's your choice, though. Whichever one you think will augment your natural talents the best, that's the one you go for." Sam offered his palm to the rest of the group. "Anyone else catch any of that? If there's any you think'll suit you nicely, then go ahead and grab 'em. I'm not gonna hold onto 'em forever; you guys need to pick a ring and start training."
