Eighteen

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in front of Gwenn in the training field holding my sword with my two hands, I would love nothing more than my twin’s swords but I have a feeling that Gwenn will laugh at me for been childish to liking that weapon with this among my arsenal.

“Okay, what should I do?” I asked her as she gave me a grin that chilled me to my core.

“Try and defend yourself against me.” Gwenn replied as she rushed at me with her sword. I gave a yelp as I quickly raised the sword to defend myself against her attack. When our swords met, a fiery of sparks flew off the sword ads I felt the vibrations from the force Gwenn used down my arms. My arms felt as if they are not mine. I pulled all my weight into the swords as I pushed towards her and I was rewarded with her stumbling backwards.

She narrowed her gaze at me as she came at me again, this time swinging the sword at my neck. I swirled away from her attack as I kept her sword from following me with my messy attack, her sword hit mine in a manner that prevented me from keeping a hold on the sword, the sword was flung away from my hand and when I face her again with a gasp, her botted leg met my middle as I landed on the ground, before I could do anything, her sword was at my neck.

“If I was your enemy, you would have died.” Gwenn said as I scoffed.

“We are enemies. The only reason you are not taking a swing at me is because you know that Orel will skin you alive.” I replied her with a taunt of mine, something I should have done since I was supposed to spend the rest afternoon learning how to fight from her.

“Go and pick up your sword.” She ordered thought clenched teeth as I wisely kept my mouth shut knowing she was at the end of her patience with me. I stood up as I walked to pick my sword only to receive a shovel from her boot again but this time at my backside.

“What is that for?” I asked in anger as I picked myself off the ground at glared at her.

“Lesson number one, never turn your back at an enemy, even when you think you are at ceasefire, even with a truce called. Never fully trust the enemy enough to turn your back at him.” Gwenn said I listened in silence. “Now pick up your sword.”

I slowly picked up my sword, this time with my eyes kept firmly on Gwenn. As soon as the sword was in my hand, she strike at me and raised the sword to block her strike screaming. “You are in sane, you want to take off my head?”

“Yes.” She calmly replied. “But I cannot so I will settle for making you uncomfortable, if you are in this situation with an enemy warrior, what will you do?” Gwenn asked I leaned closer to the ground to prevent the sword from being too close to my head for comfort but Gwenn just leaned closer to me.

“What will you do? Lady Themis.” Gwen asked as I shook my head.

“I don’t know.” I cried out as angry tears filled my eyes, I was scared that the crazy bitch might actually cut me and with the way, I have been taunting her, she was not closed off to the idea of hurting me. I tried to put all my weight into the sword to lift it up but she just shifted her legs for more balance as she pressed back at me and I was on the ground again.

Unable to keep my sword up for much longer, my hands collapsed and I braced myself for my sword falling on me, inside the sword was lying on the ground besides me. I didn’t know how Gwenn did that but she did.

“Lesson number two, don’t use the same trick on the same opponent, he might best you through that mistake.”

“Thank you.” I said as my breathing started to calm down.

“Don’t thank me, I cannot have you injured on the first day of our training, you will use it as excuse to put me in worse terms with the warlord.” Gwenn replied as she stretched her hand out for me to stand.

Defiantly, I stood up on my own without taking her hand as she nodded at me. “Good, you are learning. We never called a truce.” She said as my eyes widened at that. I wondered what torture, she would have inflicted on me if I had taken her hand.

“What next.” I asked when I could get back a semblance of my calm.

“Now, you find a sword you can fight with and keep that sword well, it just not for you.” Gwenn said as a spark lit up in me.

“What do you mean that it is not for me?” I bit out as Gwenn raised a sardonic eyebrow at me.

“If I was not fast enough, you would have injured yourself. That sword need a better swordsman and you need a blunt sword.” Gwenn said I glared at her, jeering myself up into a storm but she continued. “The sword might be your ceremonial sword to show off, Elison will train you with the sword since I don’t have patience for that kind of training. You need a new sword that you can defend yourself with. I will speak to Orel about this issue.”

“Must it be a single sword, cannot I use double?” I asked as Gwenn eyes raised at me.

“People who can master double swords are extremely good swordsmen and are rare. Those gifted with the ability of double swords are even rarer. Try to stick to an easy field before you try your hand at something which you cannot do.” Gwenn said as I bit my tongue not to reply her.

“I will tell Orel about your sword mishap.” Gwenn said as she made a move to leave.

“Maybe he will decide to train me himself.” I grumbled still put out with the fact that Orel just passed off my training to somebody else.

Gwenn laughs at that. “Orel train a novice, please. Even though you are his wife, Orel will never train you now, he might take your head off with accident”

“What about practice.” I asked Gwenn.

“Get new sword and we will continue tomorrow, I suggest you start finding weapons that feels right with you if you want to have better luck than today.” Gwenn said as I farrowed my brows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Gwenn expression was on of shock the anger. “No, I refuse to teach you common knowledge, I suggest you ask you husband that question so that he will not be expecting miracles to happen in a week time.” Gwenn added as a parting shot but I was too tried to reply her. A week with her will improve my fighting whether I was serious or not. This fact I was aware of, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.