Swordplay || Cynthia & Chrom
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“Hold it steady. Hold it steady." Cynthia mumbled, the blade quivering in her hands. It felt so...different from a lance. Less elegant in some ways, certainly heavier - although she did admit it felt a bit more heroic. She just hoped that her father wouldn't notice she'd borrowed his training sword for this.
Ever since she'd practiced using her sister's Falchion, something had been itching in the back of her head - she could have sworn that she'd hit that log. She must have just missed, surely, and that was what they'd laughed it off as - except she'd gone back and it was split in two. Perfectly.
It disturbed her, kept her up at night. The realization that she could use it had broken some mental wall, made her realize that maybe one day she was meant to use it. Maybe her sister was going to die.
She didn't even know how to use a sword in the first place. So she decided to learn, and...she wasn't doing great. "Again! Hya-"
The practice sword slipped from her grip and spiraled towards the side of the arena, causing the girl to pale as it smashed through a window and embedded itself with a thud in one of the tables inside. It quivered comedically as she burst into the room to reclaim it, pausing when she saw who else was here.
"...okay, father. I promise, I can explain."