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Training
Ryan stumbled and fell back, hitting the ground hard as he heard the weapons master call an exasperated halt. He covered his face, unable to stifle his laughter. While it was true, he was getting better with his blade work. How could he not, being singled out for personal training sessions, and the rest of the time being drilled and put through his paces by the Fourth’s Elite? Regardless, he still ended up on the losing end more often than not. He usually trained with Matthew under the guidance of the weapons master. Still, all the men and women here had been training in sword work since they were old enough to hold a blade, many by their own family members who were also in the guard. He’d been a little awed to discover that most of them had the single-minded ambition to be e
