Dame Beverly struck, and the defender's shield flopped to the side. The brunette on the other end of the blow cursed, yet again.
"This is hopeless. Can't I just get back to using my bow?"
"No, Hayley, this is important, it could save your life someday."
"But I'm useless like this. I feel like I weigh twice as much as I should. This armour is weighing me down."
"You're a knight now and you need to get used to the weight. One day it'll likely save your life. Now lift the shield higher, this time grip the handle a little tighter and allow the blow to glance off."
She struck again, and the shield moved only slightly. "You see? The blow is deflected so it doesn't travel up the arm."
The ranger smiled, "You're right, let's try it again."
"For Saxnor's sake, Hayley," cursed Dame Celia, "ju
