His opponent is no longer trying to beat him; he’s trying to kill him.
Lycur twists, then ducks under his opponent’s arm, he grabs the man’s wrist and twists it back painfully, speaking urgently into his ear. The man’s face is red with fury as he is forced to his knees before Lycur, his sword drops and he yelps. Lycur twists his arm hard again until the man suddenly screams, “Yield!”
“The Wolf is victor.” The Duel Master yells. It’s over. He’s safe — for now. I can breathe again. Lycur bows before me, a rueful grin on his face as he watches Pryderi quickly rearranges the couch before she forces me back to my seat. I can’t let him see how scared I am. I poke my tongue out at him and raise an eyebrow in challenge. His grin widens, he blows me a kiss, and I note his shoulders shake as he la
