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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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It was a strange duel, mace against sword. Both men
were caught up in their practice and it was evident that here
were two masters. Arryl forgot his troubles, watching the
two skilled fighters at work. Although Nelk had only one
arm, his mace was nearly three feet long. He moved with a
speed that few humans could match. His heavier adversary
compensated for a lack of elven speed by utilizing both
sword and shield as few men in the knighthood could have
managed.
The weapons clanged together again and again, never
remaining motionless. Each time one duelist seemed about
to break through the defenses of the other, a counterassault
brought them back to their standoff.
Then, Arryl saw the human make a blunder. An over-
extension of his arm left his side vulnerable. It was a very
slight mistake, but a master such as Nelk should have been
able to capitalize on it easily.
Nelk ignored it. The gap in the human's defenses
vanished instantly. Once again the two were on even
footing.
"Hold, Sylverlin!" The elf stepped back, still guarding
himself. His serpentine counterpart did the same. Both men
saluted each other, then smiled grimly. Nelk was not
breathing hard at all; his human adversary seemed only
slightly put out by the strenuous activity
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