Harvir’s practice sword fell to the ground with a muted clang. “No! Do it again!” Barim’s voice thundered across the field where the infantry was training. Even though Barim was admonishing the entire company, he was staring right at Harvir. Harvir gave a rueful smile as he picked up his sword and retook his ready stance. ‘By the gods, I’m out of shape,’ Harvir thought as he raised his practice shield in a half-hearted salute to his sparring partner, a younger, smaller and faster man named Filian.
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