[i]The mage went flying forwards, but caught herself and froze into place. She wanted that kind of strength. Well, demanded it.[/i] [i]As she turned around, both hands latched around the handle of her claymore, drawing it from its leather sheath. It was an impressive weapon, although she didn't seem to have enough strength to actually wield the thing. And she was blind. How exactly would she be able to use it?[/i]