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Kalenel’s decision, one that no student before him had ever made, won the acclaim of the Prince of Har’oloth, and that was an incredibly hard thing to do considering that Faust had taught more students than Kalenel had strands of hair. This decision, too, purchased him the situation that enabled him to appropriately counterattack and prolong the vicious duel.
All before him had made the mistake of trying to keep the weapon. Kalenel, it seemed, was already ahead of his predecessors by far.
The fact that the Vysstichi Lord was forced to awkwardly twist away suggested that Kalenel had caught him off guard, and this could not have been closer to the truth. Faust’s eyes widened in grim satisfaction as Kalenel’s fist arrived at a difficult angle, one that forced the Prince to withdraw from the engagement with a quick and hasty backpedal. He could have blocked accordingly, but sometimes retreat and returning to a neutral position was far more preferable than compromising one’s safety entirely.
Gauging from Faust’s stunned expression, it would be obvious to Kalenel that he had done well.
But how would he fare with a single sword?
Nodding slightly, the Prince of Har’oloth wasted no time in rushing at his student again, blade weaving in a blur of motion as one sword chopped above at Kalenel’s head and the other sliced in low just beneath the younger D’Rinishad’s abdomen. The pace of Faust’s swings had noticeably increased, a fact which suggested that Kalenel was already improving immensely.
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