FOUR
Patience
‘What is your point?’
‘Hush Leyla, you are spoiling the story.’ said Natalya with a sardonic grin.
She gave them both a long sidelong stare, imagining for a moment that conversing with the pair was not unlike teaching a class of children. The Adept was an expert close combatant; she had seen Leyla fight in the arena several times, indeed the Blade had earned the respect of her peers during the battle for Bleak Moor. It was not difficult to understand the reason for the Adept’s fighting style. Leyla’s blade work was relentless; it was rare that she parried her opponent’s offence, choosing instead to attack aggressively, landing cut after cut, relying on her expert footwork to evade any riposte. Leyla seemingly enjoyed the violent clash of battle and the inevitable rush
