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Old 05-01-2011, 11:51 PM   #1
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t something similar had
happened to my attacker.
Our ankles had been seized by several of those hands which extended up
through the ice, holding us firmly in place. And this made it Borel's turn
to smile, for though he could not lunge, I could no longer retreat. Which
meant-
His blade flashed forward, and I parried in quarte, attacked in sixte.
He parried and feinted. Then quarte again,coach factory outlet, and the next attack. Riposte.
Parry sixte- No, that was a feint. Catch him in four. Feint. Feint again.
Hit-
Something white and hard passed over his shoulder and struck my
forehead. I fell back, though the grasping hands kept me from collapsing
completely. Good thing I sagged, actually, or his thrust might have
punctured my liver. My reflexes or some touch of the magic I've heard may
dwell in Grayswandir threw my arm forward as my knees buckled. I felt the
blade strike something, though I was not even looking in that direction, and
I heard Borel grunt surprisedly, then utter an oath. I heard Jurt mouthing
an oath of his own about then, too. He was out of my line of sight.
Then came a bright flash, even as I flexed my legs, stabilizing,coach on line,
parried a head cut,coach purses, and began rising. I saw then that I had succeeded in
cutting Borel's forearm, and fire spurted fountainlike from the wound. His
body began to glow,coach clearance, his lower outline to blur.
"It was by no skill you bested me!" he cried.
I shrugged.
"It isn't the Winter Olympics either," I told him.
He changed his grip on his blade, drew back his arm, and hurled the
weapon at me-right before he dissolved into a tower of sparks and was drawn
upward and vanished above.
I parried the blade, and it passed me to the left, buried itself
partway in the ice and stood vibrating there, like something in a
Scandinavian's version of Arthurian legend. Jurt rushed toward me, kicked at
the hands which held my ankles until they released me, and squ
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