“To be an effective fighter,” Desa said, “you must develop many skills.”
Rays of sunlight streaked through the forest. Desa had chosen a small clearing where rocks littered the hard-packed clay beneath their feet. Some were buried in the ground.
She had set up five large stones – each as big as a man’s torso – in a ring around them, and she had painted a target on each one. That must have been a hassle; Tommy wondered whether training him was worth all this effort.
Desa stood in front of him with her back turned, inspecting her work. “Field Binding is a tool, Tommy.” She spun around to face him. “One of many that you will master. But if you rely on it too much, you can become dependent.”
He stood in the middle of the clearing with a pistol in his right hand, its barrel pointed down at
