[Training] share it and perish

running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done

Aisha gave a gracious smile in agreement, eagerly turning her attention back to the weaponry behind her. Though she was faced with many poised and well furnished options, the girl had already made her decision. She lifted the blade carefully, feeling it's balance and grip. It was a burnished yet scarred steel met with a russet toned leather, worn lighter in places where another's fingers had left their mark. She could've chosen a newer sword, but had always found that the more worn a weapon the trustier it was. It's presence often meant it's previous owner had returned home alive.

After testing it's weight she turned to follow Deimos out to the training grounds, jogging to fall into step just behind him. They stopped, Aisha taking position across from him on the dusty earth. She rapped her fingers along the hilt, the leather warming under her touch. She took the time that Deimos prepared himself to once again size him up, and strategise how to begin. Whether or not this would become competition was yet to be known, for now it was simply to show skill.

The basics then, trading blows with her opponent to showcase what she knew. When he gave the go ahead the golden crown lunged, striking her blade diagonally at his shoulder, enticing him to defend.

it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun

AISHA