Brenna “Hi-yah!” I yelled, lunging at Dane Hall, my sworn mentor and protector. But he dodged out of the way, narrowly escaping my blade. He chuckled, standing ready, but clearly amused. “Excellent, Princess Brenna! You’re getting better!” “Well, I’m not finished yet!” Anticipating that his attack would come from the right, I lunged toward the left and grazed his arm, cutting through his shirt. Blood beaded up along the superficial wound. “Oh! I’m so sorry—” “Do not ever be sorry,” he replied in a British accent, looking down at the wound. “Very good, Brenna! You anticipated!” He retook his defensive position. This time, he attacked me, and I caught his blade with mine and twirled away, then locked my sword with his, coming to a stop, face to face. “Very good!” Dane stepped away, running his fingers through his hair. “But I think that’s enough practice for today—” Suddenly, wolves leaped over the huge wall. Some leaped onto the top and then jumped down. “Attack!” Dane yelled,
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