Josiah poised himself in a stance that reminded me much of the Japanese samurai of my other world. The difference was that his sword was an imperialistic roman-like sword instead of a katana, and he held it with the blade pointed down from the bottom of his palm, opposite his thumb.
It was nearly noon at this time. It's been three months since I first started reading Impyranon's Alsindyr, and I've read a decent amount, but I'll address what I've learned about it later. As for why I am observing Josiah and his sword wielding? Well that is because he's trying to perfect this new particular attack that is supposed to be 'Amazing' - to quote him exactly.
