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He roared a challenge, then he was on me. I never even saw him move, and he was right in front of me, swinging that broadsword at my throat. I got Grandpappy’s blade up just in time to block the cut, and sparks from the impact showered over me. He lashed out three more times with the sword — throat, leg, throat. Each time I got my blade between his sword and my flesh just in time. He lunged, and I spun out of the way, feeling my weak knee give just a little. Not much, but enough that when I went for a follow-up strike, he was gone. I felt more than heard the whistle of the blade behind me, and I tucked into a forward roll. I came up on my good knee and spun, blade raised above my head.
I heard the broadsword clang off my katana, and once again sparks rained down on me. I hooked his foo
