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Random Creative Exercise #1

October 22, 2012

Charging forward, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, his wooden practice sword jumping out of his hand and tumbling towards his trainer, who laughed at his young pupil.

“Watch yourself there, Claedus,” the man said.

“A root grabbed me, I swear, sir,” the boy spoke.

“Root, ha. The training field is as flat as can be. The servants take great pains to ensure there are no roots or rocks in the vicinity. You tripped over your own feet.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t apologize to me, boy. You’re the one hurting yourself. Now try again, and maybe actually complete the maneuver this time.”

“Of course, sir.”

Claedus picked up his practice sword with a frown on his face. He hated to disappoint his trainer, but these sword techniques were remarkably difficult to execute properly. Claedus took a deep breath and then charged forward once again, thrusting his sword out before him. As he reached his trainer, he dropped away suddenly to the left and swung his sword around the man’s side, aiming for the back of his leg. The man merely sidestepped and bopped Claedus on the head with the hilt of his own sword, causing the boy to fall once more to the ground. He rubbed his head in pain as he scowled up at his trainer, who was smirking in the most irritating of ways.

“You’re going to have to be quicker than that,” the man stated.

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