Zorian sighed. Great. No wonder no one ever mastered the basic three to Xvim’s liking if the man kept redefining what ‘mastered’ meant. There were probably hundreds of ‘small variations’ of each of the basic three, enough to spend decades learning them all, so little wonder no one could exhaust them all in two measly years. Especially considering Xvim’s standards.
“Go on,” Xvim urged. “Start.”
Zorian focused intensely on the pen hanging above his palm, trying to figure out how to do as Xvim asked. It ought to be relatively simple. He just had to affix a stabilization point in the middle of the pen and put pressure on the ends, right? At least, that’s the first thing that popped into his head. He had just managed to get the pen to move a bit when he felt a familiar object impact his for
