Lionel looked at the woman who was tying her long black hair in a ponytail. Her cloak was already resting on the benches, beside his sister who certainly looked eager to watch their match. The long sleeves of her shirt were folded above her elbow, giving Lionel more room to examine her physique.
Mona has a slim body; her arms don't even have any excess fat at all; and the fingers that now hold the wooden sword are slender and look dainty.
Lionel thought that the rough and cheap-looking practice sword didn't suit her hands at all. He recalled the appearance of the black sword he always noticed in the lady's waist.
Just by looking at it, he could tell the scabbard and the handle were crafted by a master; while he hadn't had a chance to look at its blade, he was sure that it was magnificent, probably forged by a master swordsmith as well.
