Fifty Word Fantasy Serial: Ice and Ash, 24

Blanket draped over her shoulders, Cryton strained to hold the sword one-handed and unsheathe it.

Forced to wield it two-handed, she made three clumsy swipes then lowered the weapon in defeat. “Gods, I’m a weakling…”

“Actually,” Dru said, startling her, “that thing is stupidly heavy. You’re stronger than me, anyways.”