Zya parried the blow that would have cut into her arm had she not been more careful, and returned in kind.
Ju grimaced, as he knew Zya had gotten past his defences once more. “That is not fair,” he complained. “Your stick is much longer than mine.”
Zya withstood Ju"s complaints with patience only something as slow as the formation of granite could understand. Ju refused to accept that Zya"s natural reach and height advantage gave her the edge in these mock combats. He instead decided to repeatedly blame it on the willow switches she had cut for them while he watched. She had even made sure of cutting them exactly the same length, but still the boy would not accept the fact that she had advantages. Not replying, but instead deciding upon a different tactic, Zya decided to let him win. Tru
