Well. Rather than swords- people use guns.
Guns which kill people from a distance.
Where sometimes it isn't the skill that you have that matters in the fight. It's how lucky you are- that your bullet hit them where it mattered, and theirs missed when it mattered.
And yet it gets worse.
There are some weapons that don't require someone to even see their opponent- face to face.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-her eyes widen-
-she frowns, brow furrowing-
Who caused this? There is no honor in that. If they cannot bear to look a man in the eye as they kill him, if they cannot bear to risk their own lives in battle to achieve their own ends, then they can only be called ergi. Cowards. -spits on the ground-
edited 20th Apr '16 1:04:13 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

And so... -sighs- The Mentor appeared to me in a rage, and gave me this curse.
His golden mask, although it always showed a smile... I could feel the rage in his eyes.
And I have never been more scared, than I was back then.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post