Will on the Weapon

Ulrika jerked her shoulder back, barely avoiding her opponent's strike. She was having trouble dealing with the reach of his weapon, a pole-arm, compared to her short sword. Gisil used a long sword when training her, but he had been focusing mostly on her footwork and having her use her lighter frame and flexibility to gain and advantage.

That was hard when the dick she was fighting had six-foot reach and could apparently use the entire weapon - blade and haft - as a dangerous implement. Ulrika had bruises on her ribs and over her gut under the heavy material of her tunic. It took all of her attention and whatever skill she had learned to not already by cut up and impaled by the sword-on-a-stick.

"You have surprised me," said Cristalf as he twirled his weapon around his body, "it's quite cute, actually, watching you flutter around my blade in a panic."

"Oh shut up, you pompous dick," Ulrika answered as she charged. She accepted the bash of the pole-arm's haft on her elbow as she struck out with her short sword. Already she knew she was too far away to connect, and that infuriated her. Why couldn't the damn blade just be longer? Even if it was the length of Gisil's longsword would be fine enough. "Damnit! BE A FUCKING LONGSWORD!" she thought bitterly.

The sound of metal sliding against metal filled the air, then it turned into a wet crunch, as if Ulrika had just sheathed her weapon into bag filled with meat. She stared, as did Cristalf, at where her weapon was impaling him in the shoulder. Red liquid was sliding down the black metal of her blade, sizzling before evaporating away. The short sword had grown to a hand and a half, a bastard sword, and before Ulrika's disbelieving eyes, it extended to the full, two-hand length of a longsword, protruding from Cristalf's shoulder.

"W-well," said the man. His tone was restrained, and he grunted as Ulrika wrenched her blade out of his body. "It seems you have won this bout. It was first blood after all, and I never managed to draw blood."

"How the hell are you so calm?" she blurted out. "You just got stabbed!"

"Merely a flesh wound, you did not hit anything important... now if you would be so gracious as to assist me to my horse, I have bandages and herbal salves that would be quite useful at the moment - for the both of us."