Chapter 40
Mykal replaced his Jian sword into the sheath on his hip, and folded his hands together. Blodwyn’s training prepared him for most any fight. He could hold his own with a sword, or in close fights utilizing his fists, or a dagger. This confrontation would not involve steel.
It was still a fight, a battle of wits. Mykal knew it came down to matching mental strength against mental strength, and mental ability against mental ability. The fight required skill, talent, and discipline. He breathed in through his nose, and exhaled out of his mouth.
He slowed his heartbeat down, and concentrated on his breathing.
Part of him expected Hermon Cordillera to say something before they fought. It didn’t surprise him, however, when the sorcerer clapped his hands together and a wave of energ
