SORCERER (The Elemental Magic Series Book 1) by Michael Nowotny Page A
Authors: Michael Nowotny
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assigned an hour of reading after telling them of the numerous small libraries the school had in various towers.
Chapter 12
Alec hurried back to his room and changed in to the sturdier clothes. It felt good to wear pants again. These robes were drafty, he thought, I don't know how women could stand wearing dresses and such. Their legs must get cold in the winter.
Grabbing his knife out of his trunk, he threaded it on to the belt on his way to Master Stolle's lessons. He didn’t want to mess up any good will the man felt toward him. He got there at the same time as two of his classmates from Mr. Callen's class and they joined the three guys already there. Master Stolle stepped out of the low building and told them to line up. Only Alec and one other had a weapon and were asked to hand them over for inspection.
The other guy's knife was beautiful, with a fancy hilt and scroll work flowing down the blade. Master Stolle hefted the knife a couple time then shot his arm forward. The knife flew through the air hitting a tree some ten yards away leaving the blade quivering in the trunk as the hilt landed on the ground broken.
"Junk, weapons are meant to be used. Don't bring some pretty piece of crap to my lessons, you’re more likely to be killed with it than your enemy!" he bellowed.
Alec regretted bring his knife after see what had happened to the other guy’s. Master Stolle started hefting his knife getting a feel for the weight. Alec's knife flew toward the tree and hit with a solid thump. Master Stolle walked over and pulled his knife from the tree then handed it to him.
"Bring it when I tell you to and not before. It's a hair heavy at the hilt but that can be corrected. Now put it away," he was told.
Master Stolle showed them how to do some warm-up exercises. Then they picked out wooden staves and paired off demonstrating with one of the more advanced students how to swing it and to block. Each set of guys went through the combination against each other.
Master Stolle made his rounds correcting hands holding the stave or kicking feet further apart to give someone a better center of balance, all the while explaining that a person didn't need to be a big strong guy to effectively wield it and that a person good at the stave could defeat someone equally good with a sword.
Someone down the line scoffed at the idea and Master Stolle pulled him out of line asking if he disagreed. The guy was almost the master’s same height and was fairly well muscled. He further said that he'd had a fair amount of training with the sword and that he could beat almost anyone who had trained with the stave. Master Stolle smiled a wicked smile at the young man.
"I'm not fighting you sir. You’re obviously a master."
"Not me, you’re right. I could take you with half a stick in my left hand." He laughed at the young man, whose face was turning an angry red.
"Here let’s give you a sword, Mr. Sword swinger." Pointing him toward a rack full of various weapons, Master Stolle went over to grab a thinner sword testing the edge with his thumb.
"Let’s see, who shall we have you fight? I think Lena is around here somewhere.
She's going into her second year for accounting. You don't have a problem fighting girls do you?"
He asked with a sneer.
"Her funeral" the guy said, his face getting redder as someone had apparently gone and gotten Lena, a short and stout young woman who introduced herself to her opponent.
"Hi, I hear we're to do some sparring for the first years. I'm Lena." She held out her hand.
He grabbed her hand and said. "Mick, sorry you’re going to take a beating."
"We'll see," she replied.
Lena was tossed a stave and gave it a few practice swings while Mick swung his sword like he was cutting wood.
Master Stolle drew a large circle in the dirt, said a few words in Lena's ear to which she nodded and stepped back to address the growing crowd. "We have a match between Lena and Mich. Mitch here
Chapter 12
Alec hurried back to his room and changed in to the sturdier clothes. It felt good to wear pants again. These robes were drafty, he thought, I don't know how women could stand wearing dresses and such. Their legs must get cold in the winter.
Grabbing his knife out of his trunk, he threaded it on to the belt on his way to Master Stolle's lessons. He didn’t want to mess up any good will the man felt toward him. He got there at the same time as two of his classmates from Mr. Callen's class and they joined the three guys already there. Master Stolle stepped out of the low building and told them to line up. Only Alec and one other had a weapon and were asked to hand them over for inspection.
The other guy's knife was beautiful, with a fancy hilt and scroll work flowing down the blade. Master Stolle hefted the knife a couple time then shot his arm forward. The knife flew through the air hitting a tree some ten yards away leaving the blade quivering in the trunk as the hilt landed on the ground broken.
"Junk, weapons are meant to be used. Don't bring some pretty piece of crap to my lessons, you’re more likely to be killed with it than your enemy!" he bellowed.
Alec regretted bring his knife after see what had happened to the other guy’s. Master Stolle started hefting his knife getting a feel for the weight. Alec's knife flew toward the tree and hit with a solid thump. Master Stolle walked over and pulled his knife from the tree then handed it to him.
"Bring it when I tell you to and not before. It's a hair heavy at the hilt but that can be corrected. Now put it away," he was told.
Master Stolle showed them how to do some warm-up exercises. Then they picked out wooden staves and paired off demonstrating with one of the more advanced students how to swing it and to block. Each set of guys went through the combination against each other.
Master Stolle made his rounds correcting hands holding the stave or kicking feet further apart to give someone a better center of balance, all the while explaining that a person didn't need to be a big strong guy to effectively wield it and that a person good at the stave could defeat someone equally good with a sword.
Someone down the line scoffed at the idea and Master Stolle pulled him out of line asking if he disagreed. The guy was almost the master’s same height and was fairly well muscled. He further said that he'd had a fair amount of training with the sword and that he could beat almost anyone who had trained with the stave. Master Stolle smiled a wicked smile at the young man.
"I'm not fighting you sir. You’re obviously a master."
"Not me, you’re right. I could take you with half a stick in my left hand." He laughed at the young man, whose face was turning an angry red.
"Here let’s give you a sword, Mr. Sword swinger." Pointing him toward a rack full of various weapons, Master Stolle went over to grab a thinner sword testing the edge with his thumb.
"Let’s see, who shall we have you fight? I think Lena is around here somewhere.
She's going into her second year for accounting. You don't have a problem fighting girls do you?"
He asked with a sneer.
"Her funeral" the guy said, his face getting redder as someone had apparently gone and gotten Lena, a short and stout young woman who introduced herself to her opponent.
"Hi, I hear we're to do some sparring for the first years. I'm Lena." She held out her hand.
He grabbed her hand and said. "Mick, sorry you’re going to take a beating."
"We'll see," she replied.
Lena was tossed a stave and gave it a few practice swings while Mick swung his sword like he was cutting wood.
Master Stolle drew a large circle in the dirt, said a few words in Lena's ear to which she nodded and stepped back to address the growing crowd. "We have a match between Lena and Mich. Mitch here
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