Haunted Wood Cicada night

his words seemed to rally the celes, and germanicus was glad of it. he nodded encouragingly toward crowfeather, eaglebound soul tormented by the sudden seawater in the other's look. had he seen wrong?

the air between them cooled to something more resolute. 

"if your opponent is my height, strike here." germanicus indicated his own right bicep. "there, on either side. most expect the right. go first to the left."

"it is a wound that will impede movement," he went on. "you are swift, crowfeather. you are lightfooted. draw in quick against your enemy, and draw back again."

the eagle demonstrated in the next instant, leaping forward so that their figures collided glancingly, though germanicus controlled it to a slower blow.