Liora struck the practice post hard enough to make the frame complain.
I stopped in the doorway.
"Should I come back?"
"You should stop standing where the next person needs to enter."
I moved inside.
She finished the sequence before speaking again. Three cuts, a turn, then a short recovery which put her blade back between herself and the target. No wasted reach. I had learned to recognize the part which looked easy because she had worked on it longer than I had been alive in this body.
My own appointment concerned footwork without active output. Veylan had approved the limited work after the Hall check. The right arm remained supported. Nihil would stay sheathed.
Liora set her practice blade on the rack.
"You read the notice?"
"Which notice?"
