The girl suggests swords and Weaver nods her agreement. The rest of her family had fought and trained with swords, and as such she had learned as well, switching between the sword and the scythe once she had gotten the latter. It was not her preferred weapon, but a useful one. Weaver puts her scythe off to the side, removing her belt of knives (leaving her feeling rather naked, but knowing she’ll grab for one out of habit if she leaves them on). Besides, it’s not like she doesn’t have a few hidden knives should anything happen.
Weaver looks up as Melita gives her staff to a living gourd. She inclines her head in his direction with a questioning look. ”Is that a gourd?” she asks. She’d heard tales of something like it, but she’d definitely thought them made up.
Weaver catches the wooden sword thrown to her. It has been a long time since she’s used wooden blades, though she finds herself thankful she doesn’t have to worry about accidentally cutting the girl. Melita moves into an appropriate stance, but Weaver doesn’t wait. Enemies don’t wait, after all.
Weaver lunges, closing the distance between them quickly with the sword coming up above her head to slash down toward Melita, hoping surprise and speed might be on her side, though she is not actually sure she will be faster than the other girl, who looks to have the advantage of youth on her side. She keeps her body angled, right shoulder back, making sure the entirety of her front isn’t as easy of a target for a counter attack.
Weaver looks up as Melita gives her staff to a living gourd. She inclines her head in his direction with a questioning look. ”Is that a gourd?” she asks. She’d heard tales of something like it, but she’d definitely thought them made up.
Weaver catches the wooden sword thrown to her. It has been a long time since she’s used wooden blades, though she finds herself thankful she doesn’t have to worry about accidentally cutting the girl. Melita moves into an appropriate stance, but Weaver doesn’t wait. Enemies don’t wait, after all.
Weaver lunges, closing the distance between them quickly with the sword coming up above her head to slash down toward Melita, hoping surprise and speed might be on her side, though she is not actually sure she will be faster than the other girl, who looks to have the advantage of youth on her side. She keeps her body angled, right shoulder back, making sure the entirety of her front isn’t as easy of a target for a counter attack.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
