CHAPTER 11
"WRONG!" screams the man frustratingly, "Hold it like this!"
I am beginning to lose my patience. In the clearing, there is a large crowd watching me being "scolded" by a man I hardly know. I've always wanted to go back to being a child, but this is DEFINITELY not what I meant.
Adjusting my hold on the heavy sword, I bite my tongue and try to reign in my temper – which is, unfortunately, terrible. This really is one of my most trying experiences.
"If you may allow me to demonstrate what I already know about swordsmanship, it will be more helpful," I say through gritted teeth, seeing as I excelled in fencing during my high-school years. Smirking, the man opens his arms. "Go on. I'm sure that you will impress me with your professional –certainly not beginner- skills."
Annoyed now, I charge forward but at the last second, he raises his sword to block my attack, jarring my arm. I almost drop the sword, however, I do have experience and it is useful. Again, I charge, this time swerving to the side upon closing in on the man. Again, he parries the attack with ease.
"YES!"
At last, I have landed my first blow and it is surprisingly strong. I receive quite a few sniggers at my sudden exclamation, but this does not mar my triumph. Exhausted, I drop to the ground, utterly spent.
