Rana stood on the practice field, facing another Spell-blade, this one much more experienced. Her hazel eyes were fixed on his face, her right hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
Rembran had the bottom of his shield resting on the ground and was semi-leaning against the kite shield. This should be interesting. He thought as he watched the young cia…
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