It was another beautiful day in Tavasi's seasonal reign, snow had melted, birds chirping, and green leaves perched on trees. In the open air Anthonius Fighter's Pit, enthusiastic fighters, students, and instructors were already training with each other, some against a wooden dummy, while some against each other. One of the instructors, a blonde human female named Rachel Messer, was standing before a wooden dummy, holding a blunted steel longsword. She didn't use her real sharp longsword in the Pits, but borrowing the ones available on the weapon racks, using sharp weapons here could bring trouble and Gerard Anthonius disliked troublemakers, especially if it's one of his employees. Not that Rachel wanted to, she could accidentally hurt her students if she used real swords.
Steadily breathing to prepare herself, the instructor took a step forward and made a quick strike by swinging her longsword from the right to left, diagonally downwards, striking at the dummy's shoulder. The impact sent vibrations to her arm, then she quickly followed up by a powerful swing by swiveling her body to the right, spinning once, then struck the dummy's waist. "Ha!" She imagined each strike would be parried by the dummy, the instructor followed by a three-stike combo, a side strike, a diagonally upwards slash, then a powerful cleave downwards. "Ha... phew," She relaxed her stance then wiped some sweat with her left gauntleted hand, that should be enough for warm-ups. Walking to her backpack to get her waterskin, Rachel's green eyes then piqued by the sight of a... teen-aged girl with very pale blond hair that appeared white, pale skin, her slender and slim figure contrasted with what she did, holding a beautiful shortsword.
"..." The instructor was taken aback by the girl's divine beauty, shimmers could be seen on the girl's skin, was her eyes playing tricks on her? As she squinted her eyes to examine further, the shimmers... they looked like scales for some reason. What manner of human was she? Wait, was she even human? Rachel then remembered about Madame Calyn, the Konti caretaker of the Sunset orphanage she lived in, the woman had similar pale blond hair, unnatural beauty, and shimmering scales. "I see..." Rachel assumed this slender swordswoman was a Konti as well. Rachel decided to examine the Konti's performance, her grips and stances weren't that good, the mark of a novice, her slashes were lacking in energy and control, but deep gash marks were left on the dummy. Wait, is she using live weapons?! By Priskil, that shortsword looked sharp enough to cut a man's head clean off his shoulders in one strike, this girl could get in trouble, especially with that kind of skill.
Priskil help me Hoping the girl wouldn't be offended for having her practive interrupted, Rachel approached the Konti from the left, making sure to keep her distance, she coughed to get the Konti's attention, "Excuse me, Miss," The instructor gave her a polite smile, "I'm Rachel Messer, a combat instructor here in the Pit, and I... noticed you are using your own weapon, it's beautiful and sharp, but... we avoid using real weapons here, to avoid unnecessary problems," Rachel tried to be as respectful as she could, "As an instructor, I can see that you still lack proper form and balance, if you are willing, please sheathe your sword and pick up one of the practice weapons over there," Rachel gestured to a weapon rack, filled with all manner of blunted blades, including a shortsword.
If the Konti heeded her, Rachel would offer to help her and ask for her name of course, "If you let me, Miss, I can offer to teach how to wield your blade, at least the very basics, since I have little experience in shortsword, my specialty is the longsword," Rachel gave an idle wave of her left hand, "And you don't have to pay for it since I'm doing this as a sparring partner, not as an instructor." A proper instructor should hold competency in the subject she was teaching.