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<blockquote data-quote="Ancalagon" data-source="post: 7808193" data-attributes="member: 23">Upon waking, Kalorn did the usual - putting on his armor immediately then doing his morning stretches.&nbsp; He then starting doing practice swings with the new sword they had found - strikes, parries, guard transitions, counter attacks.&nbsp;&nbsp; He frowned.&nbsp;&nbsp; The blade was wider and less stiff, more of a cutting weapon.&nbsp; That he could get used to.&nbsp; But the grip was too short, he couldn't get leverage.&nbsp; How was he supposed to use this thing?&nbsp;&nbsp; Ah, the pommel.&nbsp; The ball-shape wasn't an indication of the lack of skill of the blade-maker, it was meant to be used.&nbsp; Shifting his grip to hold on the pommel with this left hand, he repeated his exercises.&nbsp; Better.He put the sword on the ground, and slowly passed his hand over it.&nbsp; As he did so, the blade vanished into thin air.&nbsp; He got up, and adjusted his other sword so that the Nail would now be strapped to his back - out of easy reach, but also out of the way.&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiled, and the wide blade reappeared in his hand.&nbsp; He took a few more swings - much more powerful and assured.&quot;I am ready to use this blade at last.&nbsp; If the trolls betray us, there will be hell to pay.&nbsp; Let's go find our informant&quot;.&nbsp; </blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ancalagon, post: 7808193, member: 23"] Upon waking, Kalorn did the usual - putting on his armor immediately then doing his morning stretches. He then starting doing practice swings with the new sword they had found - strikes, parries, guard transitions, counter attacks. He frowned. The blade was wider and less stiff, more of a cutting weapon. That he could get used to. But the grip was too short, he couldn't get leverage. How was he supposed to use this thing? Ah, the pommel. The ball-shape wasn't an indication of the lack of skill of the blade-maker, it was meant to be used. Shifting his grip to hold on the pommel with this left hand, he repeated his exercises. Better. He put the sword on the ground, and slowly passed his hand over it. As he did so, the blade vanished into thin air. He got up, and adjusted his other sword so that the Nail would now be strapped to his back - out of easy reach, but also out of the way. He smiled, and the wide blade reappeared in his hand. He took a few more swings - much more powerful and assured. [B]"I am ready to use this blade at last. If the trolls betray us, there will be hell to pay. Let's go find our informant". [/B] [/QUOTE]

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