tell me your weakness, come on just one vice

Belril

Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through

Unfortunately for Belril, the moment she let go of the sword after he grabbed the handle with both hands, the blade of it just fell to the ground with a soft 'plop' against the shells, leaves and ground. The sudden weight shift caused him to stumble forward a little, forcing the blade's tip into the ground a little. With a sheepish chuckle and smile, he looked up towards Aisha before saying, "Ehehe...this is pretty heavy..."

He then looked down towards the blade itself, the handle resting against his waist more than being held up in his hands. "How do people even learn to wield such heavy things?"

Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events