Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase
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They studied the fighters, two young girls, dashing with their wooden swords. The old man and woman looked like a couple enjoying a relaxing morning on a bench, but what they were doing was much more important. They watched as the oldest Sworn Sword, Rinoa, only eighteen, parried.
“Do you think she’ll be ready?”
The old woman studied her form. Rinoa brushed by a sword strike, spinning around to the back of her attacker.
“Does it matter? She has to go either way.”
Rinoa struck at her partner, successfully landing a point. She threw the wood, huffing out of the circle after he win. The two masters watched as Rinoa headed away nonchalantly.