We circled each other and I analyzed the circumstances. Of course, Tyrran would craft himself a bigger, longer sword; Now he had the advantage of a longer reach. His weapon was heavier though; he would tire faster than me. But if he got any hits in, they would be brutal.
He was the first to strike, stepping in and swinging widely. I easily dodged the attack, not willing to show my hand quite yet.
“Why don’t we stop this now?” he swung again, “You’re going to hurt yourself with that thing.”
“Really?” Blocking him from the side, I swung at his stomach. He jumped back in surprise, narrowly avoiding being split open. “I’m not worried.”
He grunted as I continued to block him. Picking up his tricks was easy; he wasn’t a skilled swordsman, and why should he be? He had magik. However, I knew i
