(( Wow visiting Italy that’s super cool! But I can imagine moving out of the states would be quite a culture shock))
"Perhaps beauty does not win all wars, but, I have yet to see a battle be won solely on brute force and power as well. Sword fighting takes skill, deadication, nimbleness, and most importantly... practise". Shiekra glanced at Thereus In his full body armor. When not slouching he was quite a sight to behold a formidable enemy to be sure.
She shook off any worries/concerns she had about Therues and concentrated solely on her sword. She felt how it moved in this atmosphere the way it plunged, twisted and slashed. There was nothing in the world she loved more than the feeling of her sword in her hand. They moved as one as if the sword was and extension of her arm carrying out her every wish with deadly consequences. She sighed and faced Thereus and nodded ever so slightly "I am" she whispered her voice had transformed to a deadly serious tone it was as if she was a different person with only one goal... To Win.
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{Haha sorry for such a loong post but I really have admiration for swords so I apologize if I go a bit overboard with descriptions.

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