Don't ask where Gabrielle had found the sword that she was using to take practice cuts at the tree trunk. The stupid thing was clumsy and unfamiliar in her hands, and she really wished she'd gone into the salle some Monday morning or wheedled one of the Reserves people (well, maybe not Arthur) into teaching her something about it before now.
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Not that she'd ever wanted or needed to use a sword before now. But that was a train of thought for the rational. )
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... still laughing, dammit. Also oh, Gabby ]]
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