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God rushing through the
Knights as a group, the stories of the feats of the grandmasters
of the order and what they were capable of, but I only saw it
once.
My master at that time, Andre Glaucon, had been a Knight for
several years; he came into the order rich, and was known to rely
on his armor more than truly necessary. He was masterful with
the lance and the spear (he learned the spear coming from the
outland regions) but poor with the sword, at which I was better
than many Knights. I battered him about the field with the
practice-sword, until it became obvious that I was training him,
and not the other way around. Gradually, he built up a rage, a
rage that intensified his skill instead of degrading it. Then,
he exploded, and threw a blow so fast I blocked only by instinct,
and still it clove my shield in twain. With a wooden sword, he
did this!
My return blow knocked him a dozen feet, but just made him
even more angry. He charged me, and I stepped aside, slamming
him on the back, but he was without feeling. He spun, and his
blow shattered my practice sword into flinders in my grasp. I
threw him to the ground, pinning him, but his strength was demon-
ic, and I could
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