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Fang Ling swallowed and gingerly took the blade. Following the woman to the place of their practice, she took a stance.

She had kept the sword in a one handed grip in the manner she had seen others hold it, but her fingers were all wrong. The size and weight of the sword would also lean itself better to a two-hand swordstyle, she realized, but she knew even less about what the right grip for that would be.

She took a stance. Her feet where slightly less than shoulder width apart. Her left foot was slightly forward, as that side was the hand she was holding her sword with. She was stiff as a board however, neither standing on the balls of her feet, or with her knees bend.

She might have learned from example, but none of her 'teachers' so far had been exemplary themselves, which caused the mistakes the bright girl made.

As seconds passed into minutes, Fang Ling couldn't take the tension anymore. Although still wary of the opponent, she charged at her.