Two days later, the nun was out of her tent. She went for a walk around the camp and stopped in front of the training field. With her fuming pipe hanging on her mouth, she observed the only fight that mattered to her eyes.
Laurel's.
And the boy was training with his greatest opponent.
Both had their usual fans cheering already as they looked at each other in the eye.
Without breaking eye contact, they launched their attacks one after the other, a kick, a punch, the elbow, all aiming for the head.
When not given any precise pattern to train on, the boys would make up a rule before they started. This time, they forbid hands on the ground, to give themselves some challenge.
Still what was new about it was the use of longswords.
