Tiara lifted it up again with a shaky breath. The weight was immense, as expected of hard steel. "I can do this…" she told herself and with trembling hands, walked forward. The half-grade dramon tumbled and Tiara tumbled with it, dragged down to the side by the weight of the sword. She slapped her cheek slightly after she regained her sense of direction. "Be stronger, you idiot." She paused and replenished her HP and moved forward, feeling slightly better, but that didn't decrease the overbearing weight of the sword.
"How did Percy carry this everyday and actually swing it to fight?" she wondered. Then she gave up, stood up straight and dragged the sword across the diaphragm, its tip scratching at the surface and sprouting a trail of blood behind her as she walked. Almost like how a kid would drag his doll on the floor.
