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Champion and Master of The Citadel. You guys must have met at some point. The sword you created for me is an exact replica of the demon sword he carries.”
Master Sagan stared at him, Sig stared at him, and it seemed everyone in the crowd was staring at him. Guess they really hadn’t thought he had a chance. He faced Sig and resumed his stance. “Ready when you are.”
Chapter 11
J ohn rubbed his hands together , eager for the match to start. Down on the sand Master Sagan conjured a long thin sword for Damien. It looked just like his father’s demon sword. Did Master Sagan know or was it just a coincidence? Damien swished it back and forth, playing around. Beside him Eli groaned.
Sig got his weapon and roared for the crowd. They took their positions. “Begin!” Master Sagan said.
John blinked and Damien’s sword was in Sig’s neck. Stunned silence surrounded him. Students and sorcerers gaped at Damien’s speed. From the intense look on several of their faces he suspected they were trying to figure out how Damien used his soul force without them noticing. Amanda grabbed his sleeve and tugged. “What happened?”
“Damien won the first point.”
“I barely saw him move then it was over.”
John nodded. He’d dueled Damien once when they were little. He was nine and Damien eight, and he hadn’t fared any better than Sig. If the match lasted another full minute he’d be shocked.
Chapter 12
“ L uck won’t save you this time.” Sig raised his blade so the hilt was near his right ear and the point aimed at Damien’s chest. Why didn’t he just put a sign around his neck saying he was going to thrust the instant Master Sagan gave the signal?
“Begin!”
Sig thrust, just as Damien expected. He spun and parried, pushing the huge blade to the left. Sig staggered past and Damien slashed him across the back of the neck.
“Second point to Damien.”
Sig regained his balance, spun and snarled at Damien. Such a scary face. Damien smiled. “I don’t imagine this is how you expected our match to go.”
“My master said I was his finest student, the best in the Northlands. I can’t lose to a skinny runt like you.”
“Did your father pay him to train you?”
Sig’s snarl turned to a look of confusion. “Of course.”
“You don’t think his continued employment might have depended on him telling you and the duke what you wanted to hear?”
“He lied to me?”
“Either that or the Northlands are in serious trouble the next time the Ice Queen sends her army south.”
“No! I will beat you.” Sig took his stance, sword held in a two-handed grip on his right side. This one was a little harder to read at least.
Damien raised his sword and nodded once.
“Begin!”
Sig roared and swung his blade in a horizontal slash that would have cut Damien in two if the blade was real. Damien leapt straight into the air, pulling his legs up tight. The sword passed under him with inches to spare. He landed and thrust his weapon through the side of Sig’s head.
“Match to Damien.”
And that was that. He tossed his fake sword to Master Sagan who let it fade away. “Thanks for overseeing the match, Master.”
Master Sagan inclined his head. “An impressive performance, young man. Your father would be proud.”
Damien smiled. His father would be disgusted that he’d wasted his time fighting someone as unskilled as Sig in the first place. He could hear Dad now. Find someone worth your effort . Getting praise for defeating that boy is worthless .
The crowd stood, getting ready to leave the arena and cry over their lost money. How much would he and John collect for his trouble? Damien started for the doors.
“Stop!” Sig faced him, his face red and furious. “This isn’t over. I’ll pound you with my bare hands. Your tricks won’t help you then.”
A murmur ran through the crowd and they turned back to the arena.
“You fought a fair duel and lost,” Master Sagan said. “Don’t dishonor
Master Sagan stared at him, Sig stared at him, and it seemed everyone in the crowd was staring at him. Guess they really hadn’t thought he had a chance. He faced Sig and resumed his stance. “Ready when you are.”
Chapter 11
J ohn rubbed his hands together , eager for the match to start. Down on the sand Master Sagan conjured a long thin sword for Damien. It looked just like his father’s demon sword. Did Master Sagan know or was it just a coincidence? Damien swished it back and forth, playing around. Beside him Eli groaned.
Sig got his weapon and roared for the crowd. They took their positions. “Begin!” Master Sagan said.
John blinked and Damien’s sword was in Sig’s neck. Stunned silence surrounded him. Students and sorcerers gaped at Damien’s speed. From the intense look on several of their faces he suspected they were trying to figure out how Damien used his soul force without them noticing. Amanda grabbed his sleeve and tugged. “What happened?”
“Damien won the first point.”
“I barely saw him move then it was over.”
John nodded. He’d dueled Damien once when they were little. He was nine and Damien eight, and he hadn’t fared any better than Sig. If the match lasted another full minute he’d be shocked.
Chapter 12
“ L uck won’t save you this time.” Sig raised his blade so the hilt was near his right ear and the point aimed at Damien’s chest. Why didn’t he just put a sign around his neck saying he was going to thrust the instant Master Sagan gave the signal?
“Begin!”
Sig thrust, just as Damien expected. He spun and parried, pushing the huge blade to the left. Sig staggered past and Damien slashed him across the back of the neck.
“Second point to Damien.”
Sig regained his balance, spun and snarled at Damien. Such a scary face. Damien smiled. “I don’t imagine this is how you expected our match to go.”
“My master said I was his finest student, the best in the Northlands. I can’t lose to a skinny runt like you.”
“Did your father pay him to train you?”
Sig’s snarl turned to a look of confusion. “Of course.”
“You don’t think his continued employment might have depended on him telling you and the duke what you wanted to hear?”
“He lied to me?”
“Either that or the Northlands are in serious trouble the next time the Ice Queen sends her army south.”
“No! I will beat you.” Sig took his stance, sword held in a two-handed grip on his right side. This one was a little harder to read at least.
Damien raised his sword and nodded once.
“Begin!”
Sig roared and swung his blade in a horizontal slash that would have cut Damien in two if the blade was real. Damien leapt straight into the air, pulling his legs up tight. The sword passed under him with inches to spare. He landed and thrust his weapon through the side of Sig’s head.
“Match to Damien.”
And that was that. He tossed his fake sword to Master Sagan who let it fade away. “Thanks for overseeing the match, Master.”
Master Sagan inclined his head. “An impressive performance, young man. Your father would be proud.”
Damien smiled. His father would be disgusted that he’d wasted his time fighting someone as unskilled as Sig in the first place. He could hear Dad now. Find someone worth your effort . Getting praise for defeating that boy is worthless .
The crowd stood, getting ready to leave the arena and cry over their lost money. How much would he and John collect for his trouble? Damien started for the doors.
“Stop!” Sig faced him, his face red and furious. “This isn’t over. I’ll pound you with my bare hands. Your tricks won’t help you then.”
A murmur ran through the crowd and they turned back to the arena.
“You fought a fair duel and lost,” Master Sagan said. “Don’t dishonor
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