Between Avery and Flavia, a fight was like a dance - a rhythm and counterpoint that was step and retreat, strike and counterstrike, block and parry, thrust and twist, jab and slash, and - kick. Flavia had taught him to fight with a sword, but Avery had taught him to fight unarmed.
A sweeping kick to the knee brought the Black Demon down. Dael thrust the gladius through his chest and imagined he was the soldier who'd taken Flavia away. They'd danced long enough. On to the next man.
Dael was sporting. He'd wait till The Mace was done dispatching The Bear.
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