“Have it your way,” Roc said, confidence in each word. He took a step back and motioned toward me, muttering, “You got this.”
Roc’s confidence lifted my spirits, and while the scene was familiar to me, I knew it would end very differently.
“Okay, boys, who’s first?” I asked, parrying the incoming slashes and thrusts from the two guards. Within a minute they were both crumpled on the ground, unconscious. The final guard started to approach, and I waved a finger in the air back and forth. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
He stopped, looked around at his fallen colleagues, and ran off. Every kingdom may have had their own training centers, but nothing would ever match the Workshop.
“Where’d the cloaked guy go?” Roc yelled, turning his head every which way.
“He left as soon as the guar
