“Do you use a shield?”
“I do,” said Ludwig.
Sigwulf moved farther down the fence, retrieving a shield. He returned, handing it over.
“This is wooden,” said Ludwig. “Have you no shields of steel?”
“Not for you,” said Sigwulf.
“We save them for battle,” called out Cyn. “Now, are you ready to fight me, or are you just going to stand there and chat with Siggy all day?”
Ludwig moved away from the fence and took up a defensive position, his sword in middle guard, his shield held to his front.
Cyn moved in quickly, using her shield to deflect his sword while her mace struck out against his own shield. Stunned by the speed of the attack, Ludwig backed up.
“Come on,” she urged. “Show a little spirit.”
He took a breath, then advanced, remembering his training. Cyn"s attacks were quick, but
