Meanwhile in the heartland of the Eclipse Empire, half a day's ride south of the capitol, Ekleposus, in a place known as the Wahagen Palace, the clacking sound of wood striking wood reverberated across the lake's surface, as two brothers faced each other in a friendly spar.
"Don't cross your legs." I said in rebuke, as I struck at Cyrus with a blow that nearly threw him off his feat.
Lashing out in response, he swung his practice sword in a wide arc. Easily side stepping his attack, I punish his blunder with a wallop to the right shoulder, as I again instruct "Stop overextending. It leaves you open for a counter attack."
Undeterred still, he retaliates with a backhand slash, one that finally spells the end of this spar, as I hurl his weapon from his still inexperienced grasp, while saying "Don't bend your wrists."
Wincing while clutching his hand, Cyrus went to his fallen armament and said "Again!"
