[Why can't this be over! Asbel wishes this were done! Even worse than the sting of metal and the lead weight of Hubert's words is the awful look on his face. It's a face he's never seen him make before.]
[Asbel manages to lunge forward with another brisk swish of his wooden blade, but with his focus on attack, the connecting swing sends leather slipping from his fingers. Shield gone, the book clatters open against the deck.]
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[Asbel manages to lunge forward with another brisk swish of his wooden blade, but with his focus on attack, the connecting swing sends leather slipping from his fingers. Shield gone, the book clatters open against the deck.]