"And... there we go. Six perfectly mediocre swords and one carpenters axe. Should be a nice refurbish for the minute amount of fighters these humans have..."
I smiled at the small amount of disdain that dripped from her voice, my mate shaking her head at the idea of a majority of these humans not knowing how to at least wield a blade properly... or at the very least, be able to comfortably lift and swing one.
As if sensing that, she looked up at me and shook her head again, saying "I mean, really? Isn't it kinda sad that its only like a dozen, maybe two dozen out of these hundred survivors? That's pathetic... Back home, in the Sultanate, even the cowards at least understand how to lift a blade and swing it properly! Though, again, they are cowards, so no on expects anything from them."
