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A/N: Hey People! Miss me? No? Okay.. :( Im sorry for the LATE LATE LATE Update. I have been very busy procrastinating and battling the evil "Writer's Block". You know, the usual stuff. Just kidding I actually have homework and school related problems. T_T
Anyway, Ive made a change in Chapter 10. Only reason im telling you this is because you'll probably be hearing more about that new change, in the following chapters. If you want to re-read the chapter, then be my guest. But If you're lazy (like me) Dont worry, Im gonna make sure to do something about it.
Hey Im lazy, You're lazy. We're all in this together bro.
Now On with the story.
-CatoTheGreat
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Our first lesson was how to handle a sword. Mr. Alberitch, our weapons instructor first demonstrated the proper way to hold it, how to block and how to lunge.
I was the first one who got called to a sword-fight practice with Mr. A shortly after he demonstrated the basics.
Maybe he figured out that I wasn't paying attention when he was doing the shield blocks. Or maybe it was just bad luck ruining my day..
I'm screwed either way.
"Navin Finnigan Sykes, please step forward."
He commanded and retrieved his sword. I stepped forward and retrieved a sword from the wall as well.
Useful tip: Swords are a hundred times heavier than they appear. Do not be fooled by how light they look like.
I tried to balance the sword and made sure it won't slip outta my hand. It was hard at first and it felt like lifting one of those small weight lifts girls use for exercising.
I dont find most teachers 'cool'. But in this case, Mr. Alberitch's class was the only class didnt put me to sleep. Because if I did fall asleep right now, I would probably be dead with a sword sticking out of my chest.
"En Garde!"
Mr. A would say then strike me in the ribs with the flat of his blade. He tried to start a conversation with me throughout the practice. I dont know whether its to distract me or if conversing with the opponent is just a normal thing during sword fights.
He showed me shield-blocks, thrusts and parries the HARD way.
"Do you have any idea what that means, Navin Sykes?"
Whap!
"Uhh No sir."
I'd reply while dodging his attack. Somehow, I kept him from getting a shot at the hilt of my sword.
Whap!
"It means you should defend yourself. I assume you would know what that means. Your name is in French after all."
Whap! Clang!
I tried and successfully blocked his sword.
"Yes, Sir. I looked it up in Google. It means 'Good Wine'."
Whap! Clang!
"I'd rather have you call me Finn, sir."
I'd reply. (That nickname kinda grew into me.)
Whap! Clang!
"Very well Finn, you're blocking way too much! Try striking for once!"
He complained.
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