Role

Chapter 2

Wack. Thwack. Woosh went the practice swords.

The young elven girl with a quill behind one ear and her reading glasses
strapped tightly to her head went thru the sword maneuvers.

Her opponent was crossing his.. Ouch.. she staggered back from a kick in
the face.

Strength was brawn was not her forte, but research, cunning, and pure
determination was. She put that into play now.

First, she was often underestimated, yet someone infamous for her determination
when all thought her beaten in weapons class. She let out a groan and
staggered like a thespian to draw her opponent in.

Second, she knew her opponent. She knew all her opponents in class. While
they drank mead and played in their revelry, she took breaks from her
adventure books to look at notes of her classmates skirmishes. Some of their
techniques might be better, their bodies stronger, but she knew those
techniques, she knew their training and anticipated what would come next.

Lauric dashed at her with a double thrust to finish her. She stepped inside
his thrust. Now time was on her side. Jab. Jab. Jab.

She had won.

Standing up Tia smiled. She was a far cry from the heroes of her legends, but
today victory was hers. She just wished she started each fight better, it
would be much less painful that way.