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Plans within PlansFinngyr tucked his shoulder and rolled with the blow. It was a good strike, he had to give the beardling that. Had he stood his ground, it would have broken bone. As it was, the quick reaction resulted in some pain and maybe a healthy bruise come the evening.
The sand covering the ground of the temple's training arena cushioned the roll and Finngyr was back on his feet, a good defensive distance from both of his adversaries.
The two young dwarves were in the training rings when he arrived. He came early in hopes of having the place to himself. Finngyr did not care for the Master of Arms and knew he didn't usually arrive until well after breaking fast. He needed to work out his frustrations and the laziness which had crept into his bones since his return to Daomount.
