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Altino's lecture, it must be said, was interesting. His speech was short, but in that time, it made one think about many things (mainly that Varya was lucky that Sakuramoria was far from Refitea, otherwise, they probably wouldn't get along either). In general, the exotic appearance of the Lilyan and his manners made him engaging. He was clearly a master of public speaking, and Varya also seemed to notice Teacher Titus twitching his ears a couple of times... Can all elves do that?
Teacher Chaber's lecture turned out to be even more inspiring. Finally, young Bellring saw a significant part of the academy's interesting arsenal in action, and in experienced hands, they were magnificent... Mighty claymores, describing such an arc that it was almost impossible to avoid it without injury. Roman swords, with which Sir Thyme skillfully struck an imaginary aggressive opponent. Of course, the familiar sabers, about whose speed and reliable protection the teacher reminded the girl once more. Although the saber, its twin sister from another culture, was also good in its own way. Aggressive axes, the lot of the insane... Or, conversely, mentally strong, capable of withstanding this bloody spectacle of a hail of attacks (Varya thought for a moment and decided that she personally could).
Hammers, despite their menacing appearance, turned out not to be the most convenient. Perhaps a warrior must be demonstrably stronger than his opponents to be truly dangerous with this weapon: it was clear why Dante used a hammer, in his case, it was probably true.
Glaives, on the other hand, were interesting in terms of defense; with them, Teacher Thyme seemed completely invulnerable.
Varya thought to herself that she now understood Yukka's desire to find someone similar to Teacher Thyme. And also – that the Refitean would now have a very hard time waiting for the fourth week. If ordinary weapons are so cool, what will happen with her "exotic" scythe? Of course, without any skills, the scythe was weaker than most other things, simply due to its "damage," which was clear, but it should be even stronger and more dangerous in the hands of someone who understands it well.
Unable to control her feelings, Varya stood in the academy courtyard until late at night, rhythmically swinging her scythe.
Teacher Chaber's lecture turned out to be even more inspiring. Finally, young Bellring saw a significant part of the academy's interesting arsenal in action, and in experienced hands, they were magnificent... Mighty claymores, describing such an arc that it was almost impossible to avoid it without injury. Roman swords, with which Sir Thyme skillfully struck an imaginary aggressive opponent. Of course, the familiar sabers, about whose speed and reliable protection the teacher reminded the girl once more. Although the saber, its twin sister from another culture, was also good in its own way. Aggressive axes, the lot of the insane... Or, conversely, mentally strong, capable of withstanding this bloody spectacle of a hail of attacks (Varya thought for a moment and decided that she personally could).
Hammers, despite their menacing appearance, turned out not to be the most convenient. Perhaps a warrior must be demonstrably stronger than his opponents to be truly dangerous with this weapon: it was clear why Dante used a hammer, in his case, it was probably true.
Glaives, on the other hand, were interesting in terms of defense; with them, Teacher Thyme seemed completely invulnerable.
Varya thought to herself that she now understood Yukka's desire to find someone similar to Teacher Thyme. And also – that the Refitean would now have a very hard time waiting for the fourth week. If ordinary weapons are so cool, what will happen with her "exotic" scythe? Of course, without any skills, the scythe was weaker than most other things, simply due to its "damage," which was clear, but it should be even stronger and more dangerous in the hands of someone who understands it well.
Unable to control her feelings, Varya stood in the academy courtyard until late at night, rhythmically swinging her scythe.