Chapter 13
Cassian held the practice blade in one hand, his fake knife in the other. He liked it best when having the option of two weapons. Perhaps seeing Yashiv fight in this manner during Cassian’s childhood had made the tactic appealing.
He struck, twisting at the waist to block Cem’s attack while lashing out with his own sword. He hit Aiken on the hand, the weapon falling from his numb fingers.
“You’re down, Aiken,” Rafiq bellowed. “Mortal wound at the wrist.”
Aiken cursed, but left the battle area. Sometimes they had “dead” bodies stay lying on the ground to simulate a real scenario. Not today. Cassian just wanted to work out his confusion with hard work—not focus his mind on other obstacles.
Cassian pulled his short bundle of straw away from Cem’s mock spear. This was melee sty
