Revenge of The Broken Luna
He was at the training ground when I found him, training.
“There you are,” at the sound of my voice, he turned. “Carl said you came looking for me.”
“Yeah—” he gestured towards me , “train with me.” He tossed me one of the training sticks, and spun it skillfully.
“Mm..” I smirked, and we began the dance. Tristian was really good, every one of my advances he dodged,1 and knocked me down a few times. It took me a few minutes to predict his next move, and I rearranged my advances, spun around and knocked out the stick of his hand.
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