章 599: An Elf's Tale, Part 7

It was the most bizarre feeling she's ever experienced - the weight of a blade pressing hard against her fingertips, her hand curled into a fist, but yet never striking, her usual hard blows replaced by swift slashes across the open air. 

The sword was a completely different sensation compared to her bare hands, different, and yet… not entirely unpleasant, and at times, in a flurry of rapid movement, rending, cleaving, a blur of sharp silver gleaming with every slice… it felt even a little exhilarating. 

But alas - it was also extremely draining. She could feel it, how the solid heft of steel pulled at her joints, how every swing swung wild and unruly, the flow momentum abruptly stopping or otherwise too much… almost as if trying, and terribly at that, to tame a frenzied beast - putting herself in stark contrast with her adversary.