a week ago if you would have told Maria that she was to be holding a sword let alone wearing armor she would have laughed or ask when the ren fair was . but as far as she knew she was in Italy and she was fighting for her life... all she had wanted was to go home stepping out of the cross roads bar she found herself in armor standing in a place she had never seen before holding a sword that felt right in her hand and that was when the attack came . the yelling and the slashing and the screams of fear from her lips but after a moment she stopped thinking and let lose her body working on it's own parry , parry slash . she was fighting like a old master but if she thought about it she would falter . after a moment she heard the laughing and the old man stopped " sorry we had to see if you remembered .... " is all he said before walking off .