Gether's belly rolled with laughter as she watched the knight tackle down a man in order to take up a new sword. She shook her head and removed the sword from her elbow, taking it up as her own weapon now. Her arm leaked her blood. It pooled quickly below her in a small puddle, but she paid it no mind. That was a good trait to have. Whether it was someone else's weapon, a farm tool, a branch or a blade of grass, one had to figure out some way to collect an object they could use for battle, lest they die in the midst of it.
Gether's hands didn't sit on the hilt of the sword though. She wrapped her fingers around the middle of the blade instead, twirled it between her finger and swung it like a spear mixed with a strange hammer at Esmeralda as she lunged forward, and stomped a single foot to make the pebbles beneath her quake again.
Gether's hands didn't sit on the hilt of the sword though. She wrapped her fingers around the middle of the blade instead, twirled it between her finger and swung it like a spear mixed with a strange hammer at Esmeralda as she lunged forward, and stomped a single foot to make the pebbles beneath her quake again.