Turning the holster over in her hands, Krissy inspected it closely. Nice solid yet pliable form with buckles that looked as though it would keep the holster firmly attached to her ankle, even if the ankle somehow became detached from the rest of her body.
Bending over she made quick work of securing the thing to her ankle. Pointing and flexing her foot the thing felt like part of her. In her school skirts it was noticeable, but there was no trousers to slow her down. She would lack an element of surprise, but may have a speed advantage. Crouching once again she put her willow wand in place and waited further instruction.