You know I still like you the most
The best of the best
The sword didn't have a name, which lost some of the romanticism of learning to swordfight, but Sam supposed in some ways it was probably quite tasteless to name a weapon designed to kill people. He obediently let Aisha correct his posture, feeling quite silly in his dress shoes and comfortable jumper posing as if he were about to attack an intruder, but it was unlikely he was ever going to be prepared to fight.
He watched her bend her knees and lean forward, her imaginary sword coming down in a straight line; Sam was sure he wouldn't look anywhere near as graceful, but he would try his best: he put his foot out in front of him and held the sword up as she had, by his head, then brought it swinging down, careful to not actually hit Aisha but to slash at the air. Surprisingly, he managed it without stumbling or wobbling, and a small smile appeared on his lips. "Alright. I think..I can do that."
He watched her bend her knees and lean forward, her imaginary sword coming down in a straight line; Sam was sure he wouldn't look anywhere near as graceful, but he would try his best: he put his foot out in front of him and held the sword up as she had, by his head, then brought it swinging down, careful to not actually hit Aisha but to slash at the air. Surprisingly, he managed it without stumbling or wobbling, and a small smile appeared on his lips. "Alright. I think..I can do that."
and the worst of the worst
You'll always be my favorite ghost
SAMuEL
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