🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Ushumgallu intently twirled the talwar in his hands, as if the steel handle and the disc-shaped pommel were to blame for the young man's failure. The disc dug into his wrist when he tried to rotate his wrist, and the handle twisted when he tried to put his body into it.
-- Hrkkh, -- the calcite abruptly stood up, making several swings in the air. His wrist ached, but he continued to swing until the intoxicating feeling of anger at his own inadequacy drowned out the pain. Ushumgallu stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled. He was just warming up, getting used to the weapon. There was nothing to see.

- A-a-a! - Getting up from the ground, Sheila stamped her foot several times. - In moments like these, I regret being born a woman. You guys have characteristics that are more predisposed to combat than I do. If it weren't for that, everything would be different!

-- This is as natural as night and day, earth and sky, water and fire. We don't regret it when the gods are slow to answer our prayers, or when we don't get a discount at the market for our "pretty face." Life is divinely fair, and absolute inequality reigns in it.