We kept moving,stumbling down dirt paths through the woods in the three quarter moon ofa nearly clear night. I remember practicing it over and over in... my mind, hoping I'd never haveto be saying it, "Mitchell, Wesley, Lieutenant, United States Army AirCorps, 342630342034. Mitchell, Wesley, Lieutenant, United States ArmyAir Corps, 342630342034. Mitchell, Wesley, Lieutenant, United StatesArmy Air Corps, 342630342034." They weren't going to get anything butthat out of me. No sirree.We tried to. There were plenty of practice swords available and he chose one slightly heaver than his own. There wasn't anything like his dirk but a stop at the Armsmaster got his fitted with a bright orange lead ball capping the end; the edges weren't sharp enough to cut so they were left as is.Most of his sparring partners used the classic long sword and shield or buckler (a small round shield held in the hand.) Dent was familiar with this style of combat, although of the two he felt the buckler in the. He wrapped his arms around one of the archers, and they both disappeared. The Traveler reappeared alone, bracing himself as if landing from a jump. A moment later, a body came falling from a great height, slamming into the corner of a building and then bouncing off. The Traveler grabbed another man and disappeared again.A dozen other Zidari joined him, and soon more bodies were falling as the Travelers winked in and out. Others returned wet, having left their opponents in the middle of some. ”“What about her?” Michael asked, seeing a girl sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the shop.“Dude, you don’t want to play her,” Eric said, the disgust apparent in his voice.“Why not?”“She cheats. Nobody can figure out how, of course, so we can’t kick her out. But nobody can come close to beating her, and as good as the guys that come here are, she has to be cheating.”Not believing Eric for one second, Michael replied, “I’ll take my chances.”“Whatever, dude. Your funeral.”Despite.