Summer 1094 SR*
(*Saints Reckoning)
The sword came crashing down, driving Ludwig’s weapon to within a finger"s length of his face as he desperately tried to parry. Angling his blade, he pushed back with all the strength he could muster, forcing his opponent"s weapon to slide to the side as he stepped forward, sword tip at the ready.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Kurt,” said Ludwig. “After all, you taught me everything I know about sword fighting.”
“Agreed,” the older, dark-haired man replied. “And yet I didn’t teach you everything I know.” Kurt stomped forward, tapping the lord on the side of his knee. “I believe that’s my point.”
Ludwig lowered his weapon, using his left forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow. “That’s hardly fair.”
“Fair? You’re learning how to fight, not da
