Alida -holds the sword like she would hold a fancy steak knife, chops at the air, hitting inching from her feet as it slips from her hands-
-I chuckle and step forward, catching it- "It takes practice. Don't hold it like your scared of it. Hold it like you control it." -I hand it back to her-
Alida -holds it, slowly swinging it, feeling in control, turns chopping a bush, watching the tip fly off- Wow! -giggles-
-nervous holds the sword- But what if I mess up and chop your finger off or something.. I'd never live that done.. If I hurt you -whispers-
Alida -pouts looking at the sword. Then looking at him- It feels wrong.. -pokes him with the sword- I'm a lover not a fighter -teases-
Alida -blushes, looking to the side, before taking a gentle swing in his direction- How about both -mutters to herself-