Eallva II
Date point 1y 7m BV Breathing hard, Eallva flattened herself against the ground, spinning on one foot, tail fully extended, lashing herself around with a burst of rotational velocity. At the final moment she snapped her tail, slinging the small ring blade out and away from her. Sailing across the range it struck, quivering – in the wrong target. She swore. Everyone else on the training yard was, and it wasn’t like she had just had her ninth. She was past her tenth, actually. “Excellent!” exclaimed Amdlin. “Don’t patraonize me,” she snapped, “I missed the target by so much that I hit two over from it, and I wasn’t even on target with that one.” “But aim can improve,” Amdlin, the melee projectile instructor, continued excitedly, “Your form was incredible! I can hardly find anything to co
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