SORCERER (The Elemental Magic Series Book 1) by Michael Nowotny Page B
Authors: Michael Nowotny
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thinks a sword is almost unbeatable compared to the stave." Mitch’s face reddens again. "Lena, a second year accounting student, shall educate the young man," he stated for the crowd's benefit.
"Three matches, first one forced from the ring or to slap the ground wins."
Lena and Mitch took their places. When they both nodded to Master Stolle, he said, "Begin" sharply.
Mick came at Lena like a charging bull while Lena calmly stepped to the side and delivered a smack to his rear and stepped back letting him sprawl face first into the dirt.
The crowd laughed and Mick’s face came up beet red. He started swinging left and right slashing as she calmly turned away. He came at her again with an over the head chop. She responded by jabbing him in the gut then with a shove that sent him out of the ring on to his rear.
Master Stolle stepped into the ring and told them the first match went to Lena to a round of clapping. The contestants took their places. Mick’s face no longer losing its red color came out yelling and swinging his sword at the call to begin. Lena delivered a three count block, jab, and cross sending Mick to his knees. She stepped back letting him up. He got up, his eyes rolling, and charged her. She side stepped again with a swat to his rear, again, as he thundered past and out of the ring. Noticing he was outside the ring Mick threw down the sword stomping away.
Everyone moved in on Lena offering congrats to her. Alec moved back away from the crowd finding he didn't like the feeling of having so many people he didn't know in such close proximity.
"Alec Carter." Master Stolle called his name and motioned him over to the building.
"Sir?"
"Meet me in the back court yard after class."
"Yes sir."
"Now go join the rest of the students."
The crowd broke up leaving the students there with Master Stolle.
"What, if anything did you learn from watching this little contest?"
"A girl can beat a guy with a stick, sir", someone spoke up getting a laugh from the rest of them.
"No, but true, and I already told you that. My purpose of allowing that bit of enjoyment was that even though Mick was a fairly skilled swordsman he lost for only one reason. That reason being because he lost his head, he allowed himself to get mad, which clouded his judgment. In any fight you must be able to think clearly enough that you don't have to think of your next move. One move or strike leading to the next, if you allow emotions to come in to it, it will take longer for you to begin your next move or it will color your strikes."
"How can your strikes have a color sir?" someone more daring than Alec asked.
"What I mean is if you’re sparring with a partner just for the sake of bettering yourself, and you’re upset at your father-in-law, you may end up striking harder than you mean to. That could lead to accidentally killing your partner, thereby coloring your strikes with anger, not at your father-in-law, but at the man you just killed without meaning to,” he explained. “I will be making rounds tonight and tomorrow morning. Anyone who does not have his stave with him is out of my class! Class dismissed!"
He turned and spoke to a man in full wizard robes, so Alec made his way around the building, to what he assumed was the back courtyard. He found several people sparring, wrestling, and shooting bows and crossbows. He stood off to one side out of the way when a guy waiting his turn, being the odd man out, came over to him.
"Hey youngster, this is a closed area for Master Stolle's full time students, you might want to make yourself scarce or he's liable to take it out on your hide," he said trying to warn Alec of his impending doom.
"He told me to meet him at the back courtyard, sir. Is this it?"
"This is it. Tom must mean for you to become a full student then. Why don't you spar with me till he comes back?"
"I really don't know anything, just started today,” Alec explained following him to a ring.
"He's going
"Three matches, first one forced from the ring or to slap the ground wins."
Lena and Mitch took their places. When they both nodded to Master Stolle, he said, "Begin" sharply.
Mick came at Lena like a charging bull while Lena calmly stepped to the side and delivered a smack to his rear and stepped back letting him sprawl face first into the dirt.
The crowd laughed and Mick’s face came up beet red. He started swinging left and right slashing as she calmly turned away. He came at her again with an over the head chop. She responded by jabbing him in the gut then with a shove that sent him out of the ring on to his rear.
Master Stolle stepped into the ring and told them the first match went to Lena to a round of clapping. The contestants took their places. Mick’s face no longer losing its red color came out yelling and swinging his sword at the call to begin. Lena delivered a three count block, jab, and cross sending Mick to his knees. She stepped back letting him up. He got up, his eyes rolling, and charged her. She side stepped again with a swat to his rear, again, as he thundered past and out of the ring. Noticing he was outside the ring Mick threw down the sword stomping away.
Everyone moved in on Lena offering congrats to her. Alec moved back away from the crowd finding he didn't like the feeling of having so many people he didn't know in such close proximity.
"Alec Carter." Master Stolle called his name and motioned him over to the building.
"Sir?"
"Meet me in the back court yard after class."
"Yes sir."
"Now go join the rest of the students."
The crowd broke up leaving the students there with Master Stolle.
"What, if anything did you learn from watching this little contest?"
"A girl can beat a guy with a stick, sir", someone spoke up getting a laugh from the rest of them.
"No, but true, and I already told you that. My purpose of allowing that bit of enjoyment was that even though Mick was a fairly skilled swordsman he lost for only one reason. That reason being because he lost his head, he allowed himself to get mad, which clouded his judgment. In any fight you must be able to think clearly enough that you don't have to think of your next move. One move or strike leading to the next, if you allow emotions to come in to it, it will take longer for you to begin your next move or it will color your strikes."
"How can your strikes have a color sir?" someone more daring than Alec asked.
"What I mean is if you’re sparring with a partner just for the sake of bettering yourself, and you’re upset at your father-in-law, you may end up striking harder than you mean to. That could lead to accidentally killing your partner, thereby coloring your strikes with anger, not at your father-in-law, but at the man you just killed without meaning to,” he explained. “I will be making rounds tonight and tomorrow morning. Anyone who does not have his stave with him is out of my class! Class dismissed!"
He turned and spoke to a man in full wizard robes, so Alec made his way around the building, to what he assumed was the back courtyard. He found several people sparring, wrestling, and shooting bows and crossbows. He stood off to one side out of the way when a guy waiting his turn, being the odd man out, came over to him.
"Hey youngster, this is a closed area for Master Stolle's full time students, you might want to make yourself scarce or he's liable to take it out on your hide," he said trying to warn Alec of his impending doom.
"He told me to meet him at the back courtyard, sir. Is this it?"
"This is it. Tom must mean for you to become a full student then. Why don't you spar with me till he comes back?"
"I really don't know anything, just started today,” Alec explained following him to a ring.
"He's going
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