Note: Thanks to a certain friend of mine, I'm on the Last Remnant fan monorail. Shame there aren't that many of them. A very short start to this story. Didn't want to overwhelm, as chapters get lengthier throughout the whole thing. Also, not a lot of fan stories include battle scenes. I find that odd.
Edit: Fight sequences are less stupid/more detailed. Spell check.
-Chapter 1-
"Yeah! Let's kick some tail!" Shouts Rush.
There was one enemy group left, and Rush's Troop had the privilege of finishing them off. Glenys had landed the final blow on those unfortunate insects with her Helm split. Everyone rejoiced, raising their weapons to signify the end to the battle.
It had been the usual kind of day for Rush and the gang. Engaging battle with monsters, guild tasks, and the small errands regular townspeople gave them to do. This time around, the fair Bartendress at Celapaleis requested Rush to get rid of all those icky spiders hanging around Blackdale, so her shipment of peppermint tea leaves and Tupperware could get there safely. Rush obliged, seeing no real reason to turn the favor down. She was happy, everyone on the team could get components from the slayed beasts, and it was a win-win scenario.
Once the team settled to rest in a non-dangerous location, Glenys had taken the liberty to clean her sword and sharpen it for upcoming battles. Gabriel noticed the woman sitting on her lonesome and decided to talk with her.
"Hello there young maiden." Gabriel starts off the conversation.
"Oh, hello! You're...Gabriel, right?"
"You are correct. May I inquire something from you?" He asks.
"Sure. What is it?"
"Earlier today you used a Cutting Lunge technique with such swiftness and fervor. I can use the same technique; however, it is not as graceful as yours. Would you mind telling me how I can better apply this skill?"
"Oh. Well, I'm no expert at this sort of thing, but there could be a lot of reasons why. For example, how's your grip on the handle of your sword? Is it the right sword for the right technique? Are you making sure your blade isn't dull? All these things could make there be less of an impact than what you were expecting..."
"Hmmm. I see your point. I'll have to look into this further. I just got this Commander's Rapier, and getting used to it is still a troublesome task."
"That might be your problem then. What type of swords are you used to handling?"
"Mostly broadswords. I've carried lances as well. I haven't been a mercenary for that long you see..."
That got a smile out of Glenys. Gabriel and Glenys then talked for a few hours about combat techniques, stances, and other small tidbits. They hardly noticed the time fly, nor did they notice that they caught the attention of one Gilles-Barre staring thoughtfully at the two, then returning to their own business.