Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140714101119

Sorin sighed as Alyssa stumbled once again, her sword hardly making a mark on the dummy. She was proving extremely obtuse when it came to training with her sword, unlike her usual intelligence. He had chosen to forgo drink and food to train his friend, using iron swords. The two of them knew healing spells, so cutting each other was not a major issue. Sorin said "If you want to defeat my brother, you got to try harder. Your magic is useless. Imitate my stances and learn!"

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Alyssa watched as Sorin demonstrated sword art worthy of an Akaviri blademaster, every slash a lethal blow, even though he didn't use much strength. She tried to memorize and copy his movements, finding out that her body was indeed strong enough and flexible enough to dodge, roll and slide, but somehow, the hand movements were utterly lost on her. Nonetheless, she tried the same. She didn't trip or stumble, but cuts she made were as good as no cuts.

Sorin shrugged and said "we'll continue tomorrow, get sleep. I'm tired of demonstrating it to you five times."

(Alyssa will eventually learn to use a sword after a painful process, but she isn't going to pick it up soon.)