’m going to punch you in the face,” Dillain said.
“What?”
He broke our lacrosse sword stalemate and swung a fist at my head. I blocked and thrust my staff into his thigh. I’m sure it hurt, but he took advantage of my lowered staff and punched me in the jaw. I stumbled back and rubbed my face.
Son of a Siren that stings!
Our pairings were spread across the field working on lacrosse sword combat. That provided double benefit for me since the weapon was so similar to my preferred spear.
Dillain smirked. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Enchant his lacrosse sword and have it beat him into the dirt like a Whack-A-Mole.
I shook off the pain and the violent impulse. It wasn’t the first time Dillain had nailed me this afternoon, but I’d gotten in a few good shots and I was determined to h
