KYLIE'S POV
Something about that sword in my hand, made me feel very empowered. It felt right, like I was born to hold it. Could it be that Elijah had gotten only to keep it for me, all this time?
"Alright, the first rule, is to hold on to your sword at all times. In a life or death situation, it is the only thing keeping you from your enemy's mercy." Elijah said, reaching for his own sword.
"Got it."
"good. Now, come get me." he had his sword raised to his face, and I approached him with what I hoped was stealth.
One strike, and he blocked, and another, and he blocked, held it, before pushing me away.
"you're going to have to do more than that if you want to take me down."
He was right, of course, I knew that, but I wasn't aiming to hurt him. And perhaps I was scared I would hurt
