It used to be in mine, til people got magic-powered. Now you see blades as much as guns. More, some places. All right.

[And then a sword grows out of her metal right arm. There's no compartment, just a weirdly organic slit she pulls the hilt from as if it were an ordinary sheathe, smooth as if this was a totally normal bodily function. It's a two-edged, straight blade, with a well-worn grip and a simple guard. It's largely unadorned, well-cared for, and definitely doesn't look magic as hell.]

[She takes up her stance next to Dan, safely distanced, to demonstrate, wielding her blade one-handed.]

So there's a lot of fancy shit about like, angles and memorizing strikes and whatever but here's what it boils down to. Hit the other guy, don't get hit yourself. There's four basic strikes, and everything from there is variation. Head.

[She strikes an invisible opponent, with perhaps less force then Dan might imagine - it's almost a flick.]

Side.

[She strikes ones to the left, blade parallel to the ground. Again, her movement is quick, controlled, focused.]

Angle.

[Two more strikes, first one slashing down from invisible shoulder to invisible hip, the second from hip to shoulder]

Head. Side. Angle. Like so. See how my grip changes, but I never lose the control from my back fingers? Give it a try.