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. It was like holding an old friend.
Somewhere to the side, by the tent entrance, Ssaras hissed
displeasure.
"Ready."
The look of amusement left the face of General Krynos
the moment he saw the sword coming toward him. He was
barely able to block the blow. Cursing silently, he backed
away to regain his balance. Garrick followed through,
giving his larger opponent little time to do anything but
defend. The draconian jumped up and down, hissing all the
time. Sharp claws continually stroked the hilt of the knife
that the creature always kept tucked in its belt for when a
prisoner broke loose. The draconian's greatest fear was not
knowing whether its master would approve of such
initiative or cut off his servant's head.
Krynos was bleeding from three minor wounds, but
Garrick's attack was slowing. The general was able to
breathe and think now. The tide was turning swiftly.
All his strength left Garrick's arm with a suddenness that
surprised both fighters. The knight's sword went flying
toward the tent entrance, where an alert Ssaras was barely
able to leap aside before the blade buried itself in the spot
where the draconian had just been standing. Garrick blinked
and let his hand fall to his side
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