The arena huh? It's been a while. Neris always had fun watching Ocieros beat the other contestants, plus the family sort of needed the extra bit of coin anyways.<br/><br/>"I don't see why not," Neris replied as she studied, then picked up the sword with her nondominant hand. It felt weird, almost lopsided, in her other hand. And she didn't quite know how to move with it either. Perhaps now was a good time to ditch the sword and just go tooth and nail. After all, if the opponent had her by one arm, that means that he would also be less one arm, and be more vulnerable too... how would an opponent hold her anyways? If she was being choked out, attacking would be the least of her worries. If he had her by the wrist and was overextended, that left his side vulnerable. If...<br/><br/>She frowned and continued to stare at the sword like it was some foreign object before Ocieros jolted her out of her musings. "Come on, any day now."<br/><br/>Neris sighed and attempted to swing it. A whiff. Definitely missed its mark. She sighed again and repositioned herself, trying to get used to the familiar weight and feel of the short sword in her nondominant hand. Another swing, another whiff. "Can we, uh, maybe scarecrow?" she asked, a little frustrated. She wasn't<i>this</i>bad the first time Ocieros tried to teach her the sword, but switching hands... she kicked at the ground. She knew why he was doing this, but it still didn't make her feel any better.<br/><br/>This was going to be one long session...