Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch
And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended.
“Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.”
Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s.
They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before.
She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.
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