The next morning, as we rolled up out blankets and prepared to get moving again, I decided to ask Boromir to teach me a bit of swordplay in between the time it took to get ready to move, and actually moving out.
“Of course,” he had agreed amiably, and had proceeded to draw his sword. “I shall determine your level of skill with a blade. Come at me.”
Blinking at his blunt phrasing, I drew my sword rather clumsily, nearly dropping it as it slid from it’s sheath, and hefted it into my arms. It was a good deal heavier than I imagined, and I knew that my muscles and my back would be screaming in protest after only a few minutes of swinging this thing around. “So just…run at you?” I asked, grasping the sword with both hands and trying to hold it steady without shaking.