![]() ![]() 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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