She begins with finding the best weapon for you

“Time for weapons training” you hear a second before you feel a bunch of different steel and wood weapons land on top of your sleeping form.

“Oh what the fuck those could’ve hurt me” you complain as you throw them off of you.

“Well they didn't; stop being a baby and bring those with us… oh also wear this” she says as she throws some sort of armor onto you too.

As you get up you look at the “armor” she threw at you and it isn’t much better than hers. Covers the legs in metal plates and it covers the shoulders with some pauldrons but the chest is lightly covered with oddly sexual straps, it looks like bdsm straps holding you in the armor. It’s better then what you have been wearing so you put it on. With the, luckily included, leg gambeson. You pick up the weapons and head out of the tent. Gartha is waiting clearly bored, she was kicking a rock when you exited. “Ok good you're ready let's go to the training pit” she says as she begins walking away.

You quickly follow after her. You are **** to run in a very awkward fashion as you are carrying a weird bunch of weapons of all shapes and sizes and you're trying not to drag them across the ground. You walk through what you guess is at least half of the camp before you find a giant pit. The pit is dug out of a large area of exposed dirt and the edges have been shaped into seat-like stands leading down to the pit at the bottom. As you begin to head down the dirt seats you are surprised by just how hard this dirt is, it honestly feels like stone underfoot. When you reach the pit Gartha looks at you and says “Array the weapons from what you would like to use to what you would least like to use” as she says that she takes a seat in one of the lowest rows of seats still a good 5 feet above the pit where you are standing. You look at the weapons and there are a lot of them, many you’ve never even heard of before. You begin to inquire of Gartha about the different weapons.

“That's a Kopesh… that’s a Macuahuitl… and that’s a… It doesn’t matter Yorick just put them in the order you think you like them in… OK!?” Gartha says finally fed up with you.

You shyly nod your head as you get to work getting a basic setup you think is good, a few of the more interesting weapons you keep up to the front but some of them look too unwieldy and you keep them at the end. When you finish you look at Gartha and say “I think I’m done”.

“Wow really, what was that 20 minutes, you sure you don’t need more time” Gartha says with irritation dripping from her tone. “Most people who do this are done in 5 minutes that was closer to 30”.

“Screw you Gartha, I took a while because I have no freakin’ experience with this bullshit. I’m not a trained fighter, In the world I come from all of these...” you say angrily gesturing to the weapons laid before you “These are regarded as ancient relics no one uses them there, so I’m freaking’ sorry if i took a little too much time it’s only my life on the line you know nothing special bitch”.

“Wow ok” Gartha says with a smirk “good to know there's some fire in you… you’re gonna need it”

Gartha moves over to the list of weapons and begins muttering as she moves some of your selections down the line, “trust me you won’t wanna use that.. Or that… oh this with your build definitely gonna try… haha you put that there ha sure...”.

“Ok lets start with your first pick” Gartha says as she picks up the classic longsword you put in front of the line, she throws it to you. You step out of the way letting it hit the ground before you pick it up, Gartha laughs at you for this.

You get into what you believe is a good stance as Gartha grabs a big wooden club from the pile and squares up against you.