Magic Sword

Adora was in the grounds outside Bright Moon, training away in the garden. She was alone for now, practising with the sword. She wasn't transformed. Everything flowed more easily when she was She-Ra, she needed to get good without relying on the transformation. That and sometimes it was faster to not change for every little thing.

She thrust and sliced at the air, leaping as she remembered various movements. Her Horde training had prepared her for a lot, though it hadn't really covered sword-wielding.

Especially not this sword. She hesitated, then tried to focus. She'd used more magical properties of this sword before. Maybe...

She stabbed again, and was gratified to see a flare of bright, rainbow energy shoot out from the blade. It cut through a distant tree.

"Ha!" Adora grinned.

She glanced around. Okay, it was a bit disappointing she was alone, that would have been a cool thing to show off. Maybe later.

If she could do it consistently. She still didn't have total control of the sword, and the last time she'd played around with this kind of thing, she'd turned a normal horse into Swiftwind. That was generally considered to be a downgrade.

Deep breaths. She cut, and stumbled at the kickback from the blast she summoned up that time.

Wincing, Adora tried again. She summoned up everything she could and thrust. The gem set into the hilt of the sword flashed brightly, and energy ripped out of it, a shimmering rainbow of colors emanating from it. Rather than travel out in front of her like she'd expected, it instead exploded out in all directions.

Adora staggered back, closing her eyes to shield them from the brightness.

It was a few seconds before, breathlessly, she opened them. Carefully she put her sword down, spearing it into the ground.

That was a lot of energy. Especially from her sword, it always seemed like it had consequences, especially when it was uncontrolled. Frowning, she looked around, only to freeze as she realized what she'd done.