Chapter 52 - Hate

Ashton leads Liya into his fencing area. It's a huge, mostly empty room, enough to fit about two hundred people. The walls are painted dark and the floor is wooden. Liya walks towards the fencing piste, "Wow, you have the entire setup."

"Yeah, it's actually kind of a training centre. Many people come and use this place. We regularly hire trainers and sometimes conduct small-level competitions too."

"So a full-fledged fencer?"

"I'm learning. Come have a look at the equipment." Liya ambles towards Ashton gazing around the room.

"This is called-"

"This should be foil, I suppose," says Liya, running her fingers over the metal. Ashton looks at her in surprise. "This looks like the sabre, and this of course, epee."

"Wow, you know stuff."

"Just a little. I watch Olympic fencing intently." Liya clasps the handle of a weapon and lifts it, making some moves in the air.

"Woah, careful. It's not safe to use them without wearing the fencing gear."