The Wandering Soldier, Chapter 4
The sound of wind rasping against a shimmering edge whisked toward her. Bracing her feet, a young Gorenne raised her weapon, a dull iron thing used for practice. The blade careening toward her tilted and pushed back against her haunches and she fell to the smooth grass with a heady grunt. “Your footing was too obvious, Gorenne,” The young and bright-eyed Commander Frelon, second in command to Captain Redal, grinned with the morning sun behind him as he pointed his steel at her neck. “Brace your feet at the last moment.” “There is no way I could predict a maneuverer with that level of accuracy,” Gorenne retorted, pushing herself to her knees. “There’s nothing I can do against someone far more skilled.” Frelon reached down and grabbed her wrist. His strong, calloused hand pulled her easily to her feet. He chuckled at her words and looked over her with an unusual glance. “That’s true, but also a dead man’s thought. You will encounter warriors far stronger and more capable. Use them to le