LAMIA

I was wearing my standard training clothes, black shorts and a sports bra, and my hair was braided into a bun so I could keep it out of my face. Walking on the training field, I grabbed a short sword and claymore. The claymore was much heavier than that of a samurai sword, katana, or even a Kasara, but I liked the heaviness and power. The short sword was easier to wield, allowing my wrist to rotate and slice. Not that the weapons we used really had a sharp edge, but they could ...