“Oh, really?” asked Renaldo, amused. Jarrod stepped back to make space, and Renaldo shuffled closer and tested him with a couple of feints, nothing elaborate; simple probing fakes sufficient to push Jarrod back.
The issue, Jarrod noted with consternation, was the track of the point of the longsword. No matter where Renaldo moved his hands, the point stayed directly on him. The blade floated, a far cry from the heavy smash-and-cutters he’d been used to fighting here in Falconsrealm.
It had been a long time since he’d actually fenced.
Jarrod circled, turning him around, at which point Adielle threw her mantle over Renaldo’s helmet and stabbed him in the back of the leg.
“Mother-FUCKER!” Renaldo roared.
She kicked him in the back, knocking him into the wall. Renaldo spun, fighting with t
