The Eye of the Storm

Axelle Napier · 08-24-2012, 05:01 PM

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[WC: 321 | Pts: 3]

Her annoyance grew with every second she stood there holding the sword out to him. When he started faltering with his front, she huffed and took the sword back. She sheathed it in her belt and took out the dagger from the strap on her thigh. She flipped it around in her hand before turning to him again, ”Forget it. I knew you were full of shit anyway.” Her voice was cold and harsh. She turned and sat back down on the seat she had before and began to sharpen the dagger now.

The metallic strides of the sharpening stone were much shorter now, due to the miniature blade she had placed in her lap. The Katana was sharp enough for now, even though one side was greatly disadvantaged. She would finish it in her den later. She needed the dagger out just in case this man wanted to try anything slick. Axelle was no swordsman – she was most skilled in bows – but at least she learned from the best, Alaki, on how to maintain her sword. Even though, the weapon wasn’t something she used often – no, she preferred hand to hand combat plus a dagger here and there – she knew the basics and was alright with a Katana.

She avoided looking back up at him because she now knew she broke his defenses. She knew just as well as he knew that he couldn’t sharpen it even IF he didn’t make up excuses to cover his own ass. He would have probably wound up messing up the sharpening she had already done, and thus – she would have proved her point either way: that his boasting was all for nothing. She snorted with laughter as she thought of him actually trying to sharpen her Katana. She continued sharpening the dagger with a big smile on her lips, but kept her head down and her eyes focused on her task at hand.

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