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EXCERPT! WINGS OF NESTOR

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EMANE STRIPPED OFF HIS shirt with some effort. The tight material stuck to his sweaty chest like a second skin.
Alcander scowled at him. “That is meant for protection.”

“Oh, is that so?” Emane held the shirt in the air with one hand while placing his sword in the neck and slitting it right down the middle. “It doesn’t do a whole lot of good against a sword.”

Alcander processed this for a minute before burying his sword into the ground and stripping off his shirt as well.

Emane positioned his sword out in front, his body turned at an angle. “Ready to go again?”

Alcander faced him and Emane attacked, striking with as much energy as his exhausted arms could manage. He wasn’t about to let Alcander know he was tired. Alcander stepped in for his own attack but Emane easily countered, swatting him on the back with his sword. “Dead.”

Alcander growled, whirling to face him. “I have been at this for days—I should have it by now.”

“Witows train for years,” Emane said, circling him. “Maybe if you could let go of the idea that you are inherently better than me, it would be less aggravating to you.”

Alcander lunged. The swords shrieked as metal slid against metal. He leaned in, pushing the flat edge of his blade against Emane’s, trying to drive him into submission by sheer force. Emane left one hand on his sword to keep Alcander at bay while he slipped the other hand to his belt. In one quick movement, Emane had his dagger pressed into the skin under Alcander’s chin.

“Dead again,” Emane said. “You shouldn’t get so close to your opponent—it opens you up to a host of other moves.”

Alcander jerked back, fire blazing in his eyes.
“Maybe we should take a break?”
Alcander slumped before flopping to the ground in such disregard for his normally stiff posture that it was almost comical. “Fighting like a Witow,” he breathed, his eyes closed, “is exhausting.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Emane said dryly. “My magic only aids my fighting. I can’t use it to blow someone off their feet with a flick of my little finger.”

“That is a shame. Much easier, and faster.” He looked up at Emane through one eye. “Aren’t you tired?”

Emane contemplated lying, but instead chose avoidance. “You’re getting better.” Alcander grunted.

Emane grinned. “Was that a thank you?”

“No.”

“Of course it wasn’t. In that case, let’s go again. You can’t train others if you can’t do it yourself.”

Alcander looked at his sword with clear distaste before grabbing it. Emane lunged at him and Alcander moved to the side, leaving his arm wide open. Emane took the window and caught him with the face of his blade again.

“Diagonal, Alcander! Not to the side. I know that is how you are used to avoiding magical attacks, but when avoiding attacks from a sword, you have to keep yourself covered—with your sword. It is both your defense and your protection. Watch. When I move to the side, my body is vulnerable. If I move diagonally, I can keep my sword between you and me. Look, you have a natural fighting ability—we just have to adapt it to a new style.”

“You certainly have gotten complimentary,” Alcander said dryly.

“Fine.” Emane held his sword at the ready. “You are the worst fighter I have ever seen. I would rather train a pig. Surely they can wield those tusks better than any sword I could put in your incapable hands.” Emane swung his sword, catching the underside of Alcander’s blade and disarming him with a twist of his wrist.

Alcander snorted and then started laughing. Emane grinned. He was growing more accustomed to Alcander’s laughter. These last few days, it had made an occasional appearance.

A quick thanks to Allen Johnson, Swordsman and Screenwriter Extraordinaire, for his advice with sword play. Check out the page of his latest movie! http://www.thefreemasonmovie.com/cast...