Valiant remained quiet, not answering the princess for a short time.  It was hard to tell if he was annoyed at being waved around like some sort of child's plaything.  [color=lightblue]"Fine.  We will do as you ask, though against my advisement.  Put me in the scabbard and swing me at the wall."[/color]  The sword went silent.  [color=lightblue]"And like you mean it.  You still have to be commit the action, I simply provide the skill."[/color]

As the princess began to intend the blade to swing at the wall, she would feel her footwork adjust to a better stance.  The edges of her vision would blur slightly, as if there was an intense moment of focus ... and a feminine battle cry in the distance?  Her hips would move with the shot, and her grip on the blade would be the optimal level of loose.

When she swung the blade, she'd hear it hit the wall with a resounding [i]boom[/i] that echoed down the castle hallways as a portion of the wall chipped off.  It was a good strike - one a knight would be proud of.  Her brothers would be proud of.

A noticeable pain would ripple through her body as if various muscles were pulled on in ways they weren't meant to be, especially at her hips, knees, wrists, and shoulders. None of the aches would be excruciating, but it was certainly there.  

Valiant spoke absentmindedly, reviewing the events.  [color=lightblue]"... I think your hips are thicker than hers, and your shoulder isn't as loose."[/color]