All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
She nodded at his thanks, not in the least off put by his quiet and serious demeanor. His type were not uncommon amongst warrior types. For some, it was an earnest aspect of their personality. For others, it was a bluff put on to keep others from discovering how ineffective and weak they were. In Deimos' case, she had a feeling it was more the former than the latter. He wasn't quite boasty enough to be overcompensating for a lack of skill or ability.
When he asked after the sword, she grinned wickedly, a hint of pride shining in her eyes. "I think it's better shown than explained if you don't mind?" she said, taking a few big steps back away from him. She drew the blade, which gleamed as if made from platinum in a high polish, protruding like the flame from the maw of the dragon head designed into the guard of the oversized claymore. Despite its size, she swung it with mastered ease, as if it weighed no more than a feather. She took a preparation stance, grinning with the sort of excitement only one who understood the thrill of a good spar could appreciate. "If you've Disintegration or Life Drain magic, send some my way, if you'd be so kind."
When he asked after the sword, she grinned wickedly, a hint of pride shining in her eyes. "I think it's better shown than explained if you don't mind?" she said, taking a few big steps back away from him. She drew the blade, which gleamed as if made from platinum in a high polish, protruding like the flame from the maw of the dragon head designed into the guard of the oversized claymore. Despite its size, she swung it with mastered ease, as if it weighed no more than a feather. She took a preparation stance, grinning with the sort of excitement only one who understood the thrill of a good spar could appreciate. "If you've Disintegration or Life Drain magic, send some my way, if you'd be so kind."
ROANA
