13. SecretsTristan swung his sword at the target post sending wood chips flying. Every strike made a satisfying thud and sent a judder along his arm. He put all his weight behind the swings, his breath becoming heavier and heavier. After a few more strokes he took up a second sword in his free hand and began to swing both his arms in unison. His left arm still felt clumsy, but he was determined to master dual sword fighting. He went through the different swings methodically, drowning out any thoughts with the constant movement.
“Tristan,” a voice shouted behind him.
Tristan whirled around, bringing both swords with him. They collided with a dull thud against Odmund’s staff. The swordmaster twisted his staff and thrust downwards, pinning Tristan’s two swords to the ground.
“We’re not on
