The Slate

Aurelia giggled at his silence before listening to the rising account of the Sealed Sword. In her last battle, her sword had shattered in a clash that sent her sprawling across the earth. Two years ago, Zariel forbade her from using Morningstar unless it was an emergency. 

Aurelia thought that was stupid. And for the longest time, as each blade she used shattered after three or four swings. It wasn't until Tiamat sat her down to explain how much of an edge in combat Morningstar granted her that she understood that Zariel wanted to temper her skills. It worked, but after each battle, Aurelia was left weaponless. She started learning Martial Arts to compensate for the times she would be without a blade. 

"Do you think that sword will last?" she muttered absently. 

"The reason your swords keep breaking is because they cannot withstand your Seraphine Arcana. Your control is absolute trash."