“You can see that my fah trained me right good. You’d better not have broken any of my ribs, you cremling, he thought. Kal dropped one hand to the stones, leaning forward as he held his side. Small, spindly painspren-glowing pale orange hand shapes, like stretching sinew or muscles-crawled from the stone around him. He breathed out in huffing breaths, straining against the pain. Kal gasped, letting the staff clatter to the stones and grabbing his side as he fell to his knees. Jost swung his staff around and hit Kal’s side. Kal cried out as a flash of agony lanced up his leg, and he released the staff with one hand and reached down. Jost moved quickly, stepping to the side and swinging his staff down and hitting Kal in the foot.
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The lengths of wood cracked together, sending a jolt up Kal’s arms. The other boys watched with a mixture of glee, shock, and amazement. Jost swung immediately, more quickly than Kal had anticipated. And men didn’t become heroes by walking away.
He’d have told Kal to just drop the quarterstaff and walk away.īut Laral was sitting right there, smiling at him. Kal’s father said it had to do with their insecurity. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to look for a way to make themselves look better than him. “You going to fight me or not?” Angerspren began to appear in small pools at his feet, bright red. Jost’s eyes grew angrier at the mention of nahn. “Stormfather, Jost, I’m only a few nahn higher than you are.” Then Jost took the other staff from his brother.