Knife

Priya curled her fingers around the hilt of her long knife and slid the blade out of it’s sheath. She held it in front of her mid-section with a loose indifferent grip. Seia stepped forth and took her hand in his, moving her fingers about until they were wrapped around the hilt just below the crossguard. ”Hold it here. The weight is easier to manage the closer you are to the centerpoint,” he said. Priya nodded firmly, tightening her grip after her fingers had found their places. ”What then? Do I now stab you?”, she asked, grinning.