[Today is the first time since the dungeon (and even then, it was only briefly) that Vivienne's held a sword in her hand. She'd used one back home of course; her weapon of choice was, oddly enough, a silver sword that slotted into the handle of a large hammer, but it was of relatively simple make. Easy to use. This one's a little heavier than what she's used to wielding with one hand.]
I wouldn't imagine it's up to par with that of a samurai.
[There's a rather defensive edge to her tone. She knows she likely isn't as skilled, but that doesn't stop her from being sore about it.]
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I wouldn't imagine it's up to par with that of a samurai.
[There's a rather defensive edge to her tone. She knows she likely isn't as skilled, but that doesn't stop her from being sore about it.]