You Call These Beginner Mobs? [ Q / Marth ]

Gran got a wry little smile on her face. She couldn't help it. She slowly got up, taking the kid's hand in one of her own, using her sword as a crutch in the other. It almost looked like she was actually feeble. She gave the kid a wink and pulled the sword out of the ground, flourishing it around effortlessly before smoothly sheathing it. She raised her eyebrow at Marth and shook her head in an almost condescending manner, "I appreciate the sentiment more than most, but please don't call me ma'am.  Also, just Marth is fine. We're in a game kid. Or, have people been telling each other their real names? Either I forget, or no one's talked to me."

She chortled a bit at the last part. It was endearing to hear a kid like this call her ma'am, though. She didn't mind it because of her age, but rather her history in the military. She gave the kid a coy smile, "Don't sweat it, though, short stuff. My name is Yuhara, Suko. But, for my sanity, just call me Gran."

She completely ignored the fact that she called him short stuff as she looked up at him. She slapped him lightly on the shoulder and started walking off down the road towards the pigs. She hummed an old military tune, her favourite, in fact. She ignored the fact that the words that were supposed to go along with it explained the view point of a soldier who's entire squadron had been slaughtered.

Gran kept humming her song and shook her head to the kid asking her if she'd fought anything yet, "I've not done combat alone, no. It'd be silly to rush in by myself with a feeble old body like mine, kid."

She let out a dry giggle and was about to point to a pig when Marth continued talking. She smiled warmly at the kid and nodded along with him. He was right, she probably didn't even need help, but she rather enjoyed the company. She waved her hand at the pig when he offered to show what he could do. She watched him dart off and observed him like she'd observed everyone else. She nodded casually as the pig shattered. She pondered on whether or not she wanted to kill something or not and raised an eyebrow at the kid, "Alright then, short stuff."

She chortled again at her joke. He was taller than her. She cocked her head at Marth slightly and smiled wryly, unsheathing her sword, "Simple as that, is it?"

With a laugh, she cocked her eyebrows at Marth before dashing to the nearest pig, faster than a grandmother had business moving. She enjoyed the freedom of this game far too much. Having been refined to a wheelchair for most of her life had made her feel useless. And now here she was, body feeling as fit as it had been when she was in the military. She smiled at the pig as if it were her husband. The pig squealed at her and she laughed, bringing the sword upwards across its face, back down on top of its head. She jumped back and a bit to the side while charging a sword art, launching it flawlessly to destroy the pixels on the side of the pig.

"About like that, right, kid?" she giggled a bit and readied herself for the pig to make a counter attack. Her blood was pumping like it hadn't pumped in decades. She was going to enjoy herself in this game, if nothing else.

Gran giggled for only a moment, and then she was back in action, sword art launching against the pig's back. She smiled that warm smile a parent gives a kid after they've done something cute. She spun the sword in her grip and looked up at the quest counter. They only needed to kill two more pigs. She focused her attention to Marth and gave the kid a little shrug, "I watched people fight for a few hours, yeah. I decided to watch them while waiting on someone to help me."

The fact that most of the people she had watched fight hadn't even offered to help her was a bit of a sour note for her, but she was fine with it. Apparently, most kids didn't understand that age meant more than just more time on the planet. She smiled a toothy grin at Marth. This kid knew to respect his elders, though, and for that, she would show him the powers of her wrinkles. She laughed a bit at the thought of her wrinkles fighting her battles for her.

"I'm not too amazing, though," she held her rusty sword in front of her, the way old knights use to stand at attention. It was a way she'd been trained to stand. Left arm stiff behind back. Feet shoulder width apart, facing forward. Sword pointing up in front of your face. Her face took a very serious look for a moment, as if she were a soldier once more. If anyone with old military knowledge were watching her, they'd peg her for a special ops agent. She broke her serious face with a smile and loosened her grip on the sword, letting it swing down in an arc, spinning it before pointing at a distant pig, "The sword does most of the work, really. As old as it is."

She chortled a bit at her last remark. The blade was indeed old and rusty, but it could cut down the mightiest beast if held in the hands of a master. She smiled and raised her sword, ready to strike a pig that had started charging at her, "Let's get this over with, then, shall we?"

Gran's hands remained entirely motionless as the pig rushed towards her. Twenty feet. Ten. Five. She stepped to the side and brought her blade up in one smooth motion, connecting the end of her blade with the pig's face, its momentum cause it to run through, allowing the blade to cut from one end of the boar to the other. She exhaled as soon as the boar was cut clean through, blade shining brightly. She launched the skill, blade arcing horizontally as she pivoted on her feet like an eloquent dancer. The blade sliced through the boar almost parallel with the cut she'd made just a second earlier.

"Are we still in the tutorial?" she called out in jest towards Marth, a beaming smile on her face. She hadn't felt this good since she graduated from the Academy. Her eyes moved over to Marth, who'd taken his enemy out in two hits. She smiled. Reminded her of her grandson trying to teach her how to play games for the first time. She felt a tear well up in her eyes and she just giggled. She could not let this kid go off on his own anymore after this.

Sword cut through the pig easily, and she started whistling her tune again. Sword gleamed in tandem with her whistle and she whistled the ballad of song louder as the sword whisked through the air, shattering the pig's existence in an instant. For some reason, she found herself grateful that the body disappeared. She stood there for a moment, legs spread perfectly in a battle stance. She snapped her head back and forth quickly, gauging the situation and looking to make sure no more targets were converging on her. Upon seeing that there were none, she smiled and switched to a much more casual stance. She let out the breath she'd been holding in to steady herself and flourished her blade around her in a very precise, choreographed pattern, sliding the sword into its sheath smoothly.

"Alright, bucko," Gran walked back towards Marth with a bounce in her step, "Now we turn in the quest, right? Rewards are nice for doing good things."

She felt renewed. Her body was free. It made her nostalgic for the old days of sparring with her squad mates. She wished she could use a sword as long as the one she'd used back then. Not just because she really enjoyed the way people looked at her wielding such an unwieldy weapon, but because the reach was helpful. If that pig had had tusks, it easily could've pricked her because of how close she had to be with her little rusted stick.