2. A Bitter Wind

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Six cycles laterBound for the ruins of Teersau

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Six cycles later
Bound for the ruins of Teersau

I smashed my closed fists down onto Eno's high guard like a hammer. His incorrect blocking technique started to give way. Every time I hit, he shifted back in the sand closer to the river.

I was too strong for him. My sixteen cycles compared to his ten made a big difference to our sparring; while he had hardly any muscle-tone, I was the strongest I had ever been.

 My sixteen cycles compared to his ten made a big difference to our sparring; while he had hardly any muscle-tone, I was the strongest I had ever been

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'Keep that guard up, Eno!' Aberym shouted with a cracked voice. 'Fight back, come on!'

Eno's grandfather stood farther up the riverbank, getting angrier at my success and his grandson's lack of progress

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Eno's grandfather stood farther up the riverbank, getting angrier at my success and his grandson's lack of progress. He never tried to inspire confidence in me, only his real grandchild.

 He never tried to inspire confidence in me, only his real grandchild

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