She swung at him in a frenzy, moving the sword like one would swing a club. She had no skills in fighting with swords, and this blade was bulky in her hands, hard to lift as it was. The general, however, seemed far more skilled at this than she, easily dodging blow after blow. She was soon panting, sweat dripping off her as she kept hacking and slashing at him to no avail. Her sword hit the ground with a thunk, she held the pommel with both hands and she gasped for breath, staring at the ground, trying to regain her strength to fight again.