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He tried not to let the worried wince show too much on his face--oh god, was he turning into a fuddy-duddy Dad?!--letting out a small sigh when she was standing in front of him. Fighting, he informed her, gathering his self-composure and leveling a gimlet stare down upon the girl.

Whatever path you choose, you'll need to know at least the basics of combat, Vercingetorix continued, stepping back and motioning for her to follow. He continued to talk over his shoulder as he looked for a suitable space between the trees for a spar. Offense, defense. . . No one in Drageda should be a weak fighter. It's not a good look.

The cheka finally discovered a wide expanse of snow and dead leaves, the trees spaced farther apart here than the rest of the forest. He turned to face her, offering Kasatka the same question he'd given Aure, in their first lesson: Offense or defense?