The imposter closed the distance, racing towards her with sword in hand. Her legs and arms were shaking. She’d been sparring with the others for half a season but they hadn’t covered weapons yet. Would her muscles remember anything from the training she’d learnt as a child? Mala and Kivan were squalling to her left, a tumble of fur and snarls as they wrestled together. Would a wolf usually be table to best a bear? Sastra fixed her gaze on the man who approached, wishing that it didn’t look like Dom. She liked Dom, she would struggle trying to hurt him. Even if it was simply something that wore his face.
As it was, what the imposter lacked in his skills in horsemanship, he also lacked with a blade. His movements were fast but clumsy. He made a wild swing to her left which she was able to b
