“If you pass this final test,” Old Master said, “you will have completed your training.”
Rastaban grinned at Shanka and settled into a fighting stance. “Completion, here I come.”
Shanka bowed. Old Master gave the signal, and before Rastaban knew what was what, she was on him, driving a fist into his ribs. He spun away before she could throw him, and then they fought, blow for blow. He chased her up a tree, across a river, down the side of a mountain and through a valley.
When he finally caught her in a kill hold, she’d caught him too.
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