The Many or the Few
THE NEXT DAY BROUGHT more hard work. Neilath taught Aithein his most deadly sword attacks. When Neilath left to take care of business, Aithein practiced the uspir tactic, a spinning sword attack. He whisked his blade around both forehanded and backhanded, and his wrist hated him for it.
“No, no, no!” Neilath shouted from beyond the tree line. “Keep your head up and your eyes on the target!”
Aithein panted. “I get more power with it down.”
“You’re more susceptible to ripostes,” Neilath replied.
“Hmmmph. Gah!”
Aithein looked towards the tree line with a disgusted frown.
“I can’t concentrate with you starin’ at me!” Neilath said. “God’s arse, don’t they teach manners anymore?”
“I can’t concentrate with you giving birth!” Aithein responded.
“I’m not the one with th
