6
Daemi weighed the dummy training sword in her hand, trying to adjust her mind to its foreignness. The wooden blade was the correct weight, but the balance was all wrong. Whoever formed it had paid too much attention its appearance, ensuring the hilt, handle, and blade looked as close to the real thing as a wooden version could, rather than the more important overall balance of the sword. It felt top heavy, and the tip of the blade kept wanting to dive forward into the dirt.
Daemi tossed it to her other hand and reached for a second one. She’d just have to work with what they had. Maybe after this afternoon’s session she’d find time to speak with Petron and get some crafters to work on more realistic weapons for them.
She stood up and stepped into the circle, flexing her arms, swinging
