So commitment to a style matters less than accidentally flinging the sword out of my hand?

( it's a rhetorical question, tinged with the air of humor around it. yato had, perhaps blessedly, not been present for when clarke had tried out wooden practice swords and a) managed to smack herself in the face with the broadside, and b) absolutely lost her grip more than once and yeeted the thing halfway across the sports deck. )

And here I was obsessing over footwork.