Beasts of Tabat
“The wooden practice blade clacks quick, and again, down at the hip then up across the chest, deflected each time.“Good,” I say. “You’ve been practicing.”“Enough to make you break a sweat?” the girl challenges.I mime disdain, dance back, sword raised between us. I bend right and left in parody of the training exercise every student learns their first day. “Hardly that.”Skye snorts and presses forward, boot soles sliding for purchase on the well-worn planking of the training chamber. A great mirr...or against the western wall reflects the last of the day’s dim sunlight across the room. Aetheric lights, newly installed and still shiny and unscathed, blaze from either side of the entrance on the same wall to overpower the sunlight. They cast an unforgiving light across the neat racks of wooden weapons on the northern end and the three-row set of stands facing it on the south.I prance sideways. I like to irritate my students. Moons know they’ll face enough of it in the arena.MoreLess
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