>>5801870>>5801872>>5801948>>5802088>>5802253>>5802385>>5802416The lingering pain that you have sustained serves to remind you of the foundational instruction you received on the Bautha Z'hin Style; of the importance of reading your foe's movements, and learning to attack from their blind spot while they are distracted. While not as lethal as Orb Alur, integrating the more simplistic lessons of Bautha Z'hin into your swordwork offers advantages that you cannot afford to pass up. Tonight, you recognize that you are beginning to approach the limits of what your body can do.
There is a limit to how quick, how strong you can be, and it could be that you have reached it.
Leaving the estate and the mess therein to Sten's underlings, you rejoin the High Captain and the apprentice boy, stretching your neck. "He got away?" Asks Sten, with an inflection which suggests that he already knows the answer. You nod. "Damn," he grunts, placing a fresh cigarette in his mouth. "Greycastle was gone before we even got there. Torched his office, too. Cywir said he sensed something bad this morning. Guess he wasn't wrong about that." The aged paladin rubs his neck.
"You tried your best, Sandra," chirps the boy. "But in the end, it seems your best just wasn't enough. I guess Everlund will have to keep holding out for a hero. They've got to be sure, and they've got to be soon, and they've got to be larger than-"
