Trinket listened carefully. She had some doubt about the ability of straw dummies to teach her how to split open her enemies' heads. Dummies didn't bleed or cry or scream. They would be harder to kill.
When the dummies came at her, she started swinging the axe with all of her tiny strength. Her swings were wild and clumsy, the unfamiliar weight of the axe too much for her to bear. She clipped a few pieces of straw off one of the dummies, but it was more random chance than anything else.
When she ran out of breath, she dropped the axe to the side, the handle dangling from her fingers. "Killing is hard," she said between huffs of air. Her face showed no signs of the exertion she had been through, her expression still blank, though beads of sweat dotted her brow.
"How do I do it better?"
When the dummies came at her, she started swinging the axe with all of her tiny strength. Her swings were wild and clumsy, the unfamiliar weight of the axe too much for her to bear. She clipped a few pieces of straw off one of the dummies, but it was more random chance than anything else.
When she ran out of breath, she dropped the axe to the side, the handle dangling from her fingers. "Killing is hard," she said between huffs of air. Her face showed no signs of the exertion she had been through, her expression still blank, though beads of sweat dotted her brow.
"How do I do it better?"
