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... ss the helm, and he fell backward. Landing with a crash, he attempted to rise. But Tanith set her left foot on her sparring partner's neck and pointed her sword at his eye.
Just a few inches. Just a few more, and she'd gouge it out. Blood would spill. She could say it was an accident. No, no, don't act on those urges; they were for enemies, not friends.
"I yield," said Esgroth, laughing as he sheathed his sword. "I see your martial skills are as great as ever, Tanith."
Ta ...
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