Holding the sword, Laz couldn't feel more awkward. He had never held a sword before. He had used knives to the extent that he knew how to not cut himself, but using a sword was a brand new experience for Laz.
He had read stories before of heroes wielding magic swords and slaying impossible creatures, but standing here, mostly human with only a sword in hand, Laz just felt stupid.
It wasn't to the point that Laz was an idiot. After all, swords can be used in only so many ways. Swing to cut or poke to stab. It wasn't rocket science. But be that as it may, knowing his life was now being determined by how well he could use this cold weapon caused Laz to feel more than just a bit hesitant.
But what else could he do?
Facing down the coyotes in front of him, Laz felt like he was going to be using a tooth pick to poke a grizzly. Before he had any more time to think about it, two of the coyotes charged at him at the same time.
