Meliantha nods, then whispers. The edges of the sword start to glow a soft blue.

"Blunting it for practice," she explains, then goes into a guard position and starts to circle around Blaine. "It would be deeply improper to cut you in practice."

The blade is, we note, about two-thirds her height, and as she's five foot eight, that's a heck of a piece of metal. She's slower and weaker than usual, still recovering, but she still moves it around as if it were about half its size.