“Do you know how to wield a sword?” A stupid question, really, coming from such an otherwise intelligent young woman.
No, of course I don’t, Jenny thought to herself. I’m only a match girl. “No, Miss.”
The veiled figure pulled a long blade from a scabbard that was mostly concealed by her skirt. “Well, try anyway,” she said, handing it to her. “And please, watch where you swing. I don’t particularly feel like being decapitated today. Him, on the other hand – well, feel free.”
Jen nodded quickly and turned to see the man that had grabbed her on her walk home from the match factory. She raised the weapon and was about to swing before a voice stopped her.
“Wait,” the veiled woman said, drawing another sword and sauntering towards the older man. “Identify yourself.”
“I will disclose neither my name nor business in such delicate company,” the man stated, his hand moving to rest on the hilt of his own weapon as a precautionary measure.
“Sorry, delicate company? As a woman? I must say, your implications of my fragility offend me, Ho Ming.”