"All right, sir! Bring it on!" she exclaid, quickly pulling out the spear tied behind her back and pointing it at his chest.
He chuckled, distracting his new opponent, and in less than a second he drew both weapons, turning on himself and hitting Freydis's spear, which was unbalanced sideways.
"What happened? I thought we started!" he continued, trying to act tough.
She repeatedly tried to hit him with a series of very fast attacks, followed by a sweep, towards his legs.
After the third ti in a row that Dag managed to dodge that heavy blow, he put his foot on the spear and disard Freydis, sprinting behind her and pointing the blade of the axe at her throat.
"Fuck...!" she said, as she caught her breath back.
"Your consecutive attacks are really fast and I assure you that I had so difficulty dodging and diverting them... but the last one... it was too predictable, you have to try sothing else" he whispered, speaking in a low voice in her ear.
"Like this?!" she exclaid, hitting Dag with an elbow in the stomach and quickly grabbing her spear, returning to combat position.
"Ouch! Yes... this can be fine!" he comnted, caught off guard.
Continuing to train with his girlfriend, Dag noted that her fighting style had not changed much over the years, and the mastery with which she carried out the attacks was always the sa: every movent of the spear cut the air perfectly, giving it an exemplary elegance.
Within minutes, Freydis had already studied Dag's elusive movents, his strong point, which allowed him to dodge and deflect most of the attacks.
Taking imdiate advantage of his advice, she deftly adapted her attacks, risking several tis to penetrate his defense, surprising him.
"You're incredibly versatile! It's a fundantal trait with which you can face any kind of enemy!" he exclaid, dodging yet another lunge, followed by a slash that hit him in the ankles and knocked him to the ground.
"I'm a little rusty, but I still rember how to fight!" she said, satisfied that she was able to beat Dag as she helped him get up.
"Hahaha! I think we've missed sothing really interesting!" Karl shouted from afar, who along with Reidar, Gridd and Egill had arrived at that exact mont at the arena.
"It's not what it looks like... ouch!" Dag said, feeling a slight cramp under his leg as he got up, not getting enough ward up before he started fighting in earnest.
When the newly arrived entered the fence, Freydis continued her training with Gridd, picking up where they had left off last ti, while Egill and Karl decentralized slightly.
"Dag told that you learned the lesser healing skill illustrated at the end of the almanac..." the Master Of Healing said, verifying that that information was reliable.
"Yes, Master! I've never learned a skill before! But I wonder what... why didn't any runes appear on my body?" Karl asked, showing both arms to his interlocutor.
"Ehehe... patience, Karl, don't worry about it... this is absolutely normal. What you've learned is not a Clan skill, it's just a basic healer skill. Everyone can learn it, but its proper use requires a lot of practice and constant study. You know, healing is slightly different from combat, it requires perfect knowledge of theory. Only by increasing your culture and sharpening your intelligence, your healing will beco effective and able to heal even deep wounds" Egill explained, clarifying his new student's doubts.
"Wow! Thanks for the explanation, Master Egill! I will work hard and not disappoint your expectations, I promise!" he replied enthusiastically and eager to begin.
Before walking away and starting his individual training, Dag stayed a few minutes watching his Master, curious to understand how he intended to instruct Karl, who at only sixteen years old, did not have the normal requirents to beco a true healer.
"So, Karl. Healing is sothing that cos from the depths of our souls. It's like a fla, that instead of bringing chaos and destruction, regenerates the body, repairing tissues and drying the blood. As a result, in order to heal soone else, the spirit of the caster is needed to be strong and stable... only in this way the spell will be effective, regardless of its difficulty of execution" Egill began, who detached a small shrub from the ground and began to crumple it between his hand, rubbing its leaves and damaging its stem and severed roots.
He opened his hand, showing Karl the result of the pressure he had exerted and comparing that poor vegetable reduced in mush to a bleeding wound.
With a slow gesture from his other hand, he simply passed his palm over the small plant to activate a healing spell.
Within seconds, the crumpled leaves resud color and increased their volu, returning to their original form, as if nothing had ever happened.
Similarly, the stem of the plant straightened and its roots began to grow suddenly, partially twisting to Egill's fingers, as if that innocent living being consciously wanted to thank his benefactor.
"It's amazing! How did you do that? You didn't make any particular movent, you just moved your hand close to it! I've never seen anything like that!" Karl whispered, not believing his eyes, under the curious gaze of Dag and the others, all standing still looking at the scene.
"Yes, it is true, the most powerful skills that a healer can use require precise movents of the upper and lower limbs... but as I explained to you, the spirit is everything. While a warrior must strike the best balance between attack and defense, sotis using anger as a ans to achieve the best results, a healer must be able to remain calm even in the middle of a battle, in order to be valuable support in case of need. As powerful as an army may be, there will never be wars won without healers, rember that, Karl" Egill replied, while young Karl admired him, hanging from his lips.
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