With the same momentum of my initial swing, I curve my blades around, effectively blocking the jab toward my stomach.
Havard ducks and thrusts out with his ax just as I did before. I swing for Havard’s head, just as Master Burkin wants. Then again, perhaps no one ever hated being first more than I. He’s the biggest boy I’ve ever seen, with a scowl across his lips to heighten the effect. I’ve spoken to my father about Burkin belittling the other students in order to raise me up. The ziken are fast, too, Burkin says, and they will not have blunt claws for weapons. "I know how to recover, Torrin says defensively. Come pair with Rasmira so Torrin can observe how to properly recover from his own swing. Havard! Burkin calls on the second-highest rank in our training group. It’s as if my instructor, my father, and everyone else are trying to make life harder for me.īurkin searches through the other pairs practicing in the training house. I already receive more attention, receive the highest marks. It separates me even more from the rest of the trainees. Let’s pair Rasmira up with another boy so you can watch.īeing put on display is the last thing I want. This is the last day for me to shove any more training into your thick skull. Maybe it was, Master Burkin.Īnd maybe you’ll fail your trial tomorrow. Unless getting eviscerated was your intention?Ī look of annoyance flashes over Torrin’s face, but it disappears as quickly as it comes. Then to Torrin, You’re too slow on the recovery. Thankfully, Master Burkin strides over to us, saving me. He hasn’t said anything about it, and I’m in no hurry to offer an explanation for its shorter length. It gets more and more charming every day.īut shame spreads through me when Torrin’s eyes raise to my hair. That smile of his sets my stomach to fluttering.
If I had a problem, I would find a different sparring partner. Ignoring the instinct to correct his form, I opt for a quick Sorry, as he rubs at the spot where I struck him.
The dull training weapon may not be enough to decapitate me, but I know all too well the sharp sting of metal on skin.Ī whoosh of air sails over my head, and while I’m still crouched, I thrust my ax straight out so the blunt tips of the double heads whack right into Torrin’s armor-clad stomach.
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