As soon as her fingers wrapped around the hilt, a strange sensation coursed through her, like muscle memory reawakening from a deep sleep. The weight of the sword felt oddly familiar, its balance natural in her grasp.
"Hold it up," Lady Rose instructed, watching closely.
Nnenna raised the blade, but her movements were awkward. The memory of the skill was there, buried somewhere deep inside her, but her body wasn't responding the way she expected.
"You're gripping too tightly," Lady Rose corrected. "Fencing isn't about brute strength. It's about precision, speed, and control."
Nnenna adjusted her grip, relaxing her fingers slightly. It helped, but the frustration of not getting it right nagged at her. Why does this feel so familiar?
Lady Rose took a step back and demonstrated.
"Stand sideways to your opponent. Keep your feet shoulder width apart. Your dominant foot should be forward, and your back foot at a slight angle. Bend your knees, this gives you better mobility."
