Lilian snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"Focus."
Kyle blinked. "I am focused."
"You were staring at nothing and muttering."
He shook his head. "Sorry. Continue."
Lilian sighed. "As I was saying. From what I've seen, your fighting style fits a sword better than a dagger."
Kyle frowned. "Why?"
"Several reasons." She held up a finger. "One, you charge. You don't circle. You don't look for openings. You just go straight in."
Another finger. "Two, you meet force with force. That's not a dagger's job. A dagger dodges. A dagger finds a gap between armor."
Then another finger. "Three—" she paused. "You're not bad at it. Your instincts are direct and aggressive. That's a swordsman's instinct."
Kyle stared at her.
"So you're saying I've been using the wrong weapon this whole time?"
"I'm saying you'd be better with a sword."
He looked down at Fear Blade. Still strapped to his belt.
