Phoenix:
I ran my hand along the edge of the sword, testing its balance as the palace security head, Richard, stood beside me.
There were racks around us that were lined with spears, blades, and shields.
"Do Lycans really need these to fight?" I asked him, giving the sword a small swing, "This sword is heavy… how can anyone move fast with this?"
"We have so many Lycans and werewolves whose beasts are either weak or absent," he cleared his throat, "These are best for defense lines."
I nodded, sliding it back into place, and moved to a spear, "Can you get its tip checked?" I moved it between my hands, "This should be lightweight for throwing…" Thanks to Nicholson, who taught me well, "The tip looks weaker."
"Sure, ma'am," he nodded at me.
Ma'am. Nobody ever called me that. Nah! I can't recall if someone did.
I was about to ask more about the available weapons when footsteps approached us.
Sebastian?
