Chapter Sixteen

“Elbows bent, feet apart.” Mecheye stood a few feet away from her, arms crossed, and watching Amaris shift the wooden sword from side to side.

“Hold it with both hands, right hand on top, left at the end of the grip.” She readjusted the weapon then looked up at him. He nodded in approval. “Now attack.”

“What?” She blinked. “You didn’t show me anything.”

He shrugged. “I believe in learning on the job.”

She lifted her eyebrows but said nothing. Instead, she lunged at him. With one easy movement, he pushed the wooden weapon aside and she stumbled forward. “Don’t stab. Swing. When you stab you focus all your power on moving forward that any small push from the side will throw you off. Try again.”

She lunged again. He stepped aside. “Too slow.”