32 Edge of a blade (1/2)

The maid sent off the burly guy after he put down the box. I realise at this point I didn't ask for her name.

”Hey if you are helping me and all that I think I need something to call you.” I direct at her questioningly.

”This ones name is Sarryn, my lord.” She replies with a slight bow.

After that the maid, no Sarryn, starts unpacking the box, its now I notice that she has changed from her maids outfit into some sort of tighter fitting combat gear while she was gathering the things earlier.

I'm thrown a wooden sword, a bit longer than any weapon I've learnt to use but it isn't nearly as intimidating as a real weapon. Catching it it feels heavy as if there is some metal inside, to give it weight but I expect at most you could break a bone using it as a club. Sarryn has a similar sword that she kept a hold of and is sorting out a bit of defensive gear probably for me to put on although I still expect bruises tomorrow.

It takes a good 10 minutes to finally get some of the armour on, something about how it has to fit properly to provide protection and full range of movement. After a few more tugs at some of the armour Sarryn nods as if pleased at her work while I stand there feeling slightly restricted by this new armour.

After being given a few moments to get used to the feeling we start the lesson.

She starts addressing me, ”So, I can already tell you don't have proper form with this weapon, your stances are lacking which means you likely don't know any guards. I do not plan on teaching you a style but the basics are required. She puts her right foot forward, leaning her right hand holding the sword on her thigh.

”First I want you to attack me, I want to know if you have any skills with bladed weapons.” she says as she stands there, not even holding her sword up.

”Now?” I ask questioningly, wondering why she doesn't look like she is defending.

”Yes, you will find that you probably could not hit me even with a month of training.”

I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with her evaluation even if it is true, so I give up the rest of my complaints and move forward to hit her right arm as if disabling her.