Cursed Knight by Elmon Dean Todd & J Murry Blanchard

Author:Elmon Dean Todd & J Murry Blanchard [Todd, Elmon Dean & Blanchard, J Murry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781091847385
Publisher: J-Cat Games & Collectibles
Published: 2019-05-20T22:00:00+00:00

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By the afternoon of their fifth day, the squires had finished their classes, and met at the training grounds – a large field located near Valour Keep. The afternoon sun did little to warm the twenty recruits, as they formed two ranks of ten, all of them clutching a wooden spear.

It was here the squires met the man they all feared and dreaded the most: Sir Flain.

Sir Flain stood before them, his fierce eyes studying them, and his face grew disgusted by what he saw. Of all the professors and instructors, he was the only one who was an actual Mana Knight. At fifty years old, he stood tall, and proudly wore the emblem of a silver lion that designated him as a paladin, as opposed to the ordinary lion that represented the typical Lion Knight. His hair, close- cropped, was iron-grey. His face and exposed arms bore scars from various wounds, and he wore a perpetual scowl, as if his only emotion was anger.

Sir Flain introduced himself with a voice that would have carried over the din of the daily hammering inside Dwarfside. ‘Listen up, squires. I am Sir Flain. You may call me ‘sir’ or ‘Sir Flain’, but don’t ever call me ‘Flain’. I am here to instruct you ladies on how to use a mana lance–’

‘But sir,’ came a voice. All eyes turned toward Shah. ‘This isn’t a real mana lance, Sir Flain. It’s a wooden stick with a padded tip.’

Kairos discreetly hefted his wooden spear and realised that it was weighted, much heavier than any spear he had ever held.

Flain marched right up to Shah’s face, touching him nose to nose like lovers, except Flain looked as if he wanted to chew Shah’s head off.

‘Squire Shah! That is a fascinating observation you have made about my weighted spears. We give these to you squires, because the Knighthood deems you too worthless to waste a fine mana lance.’ Shah blanched and dipped backwards, but Flain leant forward to continue pressing his nose into the hapless squire. ‘And don’t you ever interrupt me again, squire. If I hear one more word out of your mouth, I will set you on fire and put you out by beating you with a wet flail. Understood?’

Barnaby Shah nodded.

‘What’s that?’ Flain shouted. ‘I cannot hear you!’

‘Y-yes, s-s-sir,’ Shah stammered.

‘Louder!’

‘Yes, sir,’ Shah said.

‘That’s better,’ Flain said with a look of satisfaction. ‘Now eat some dirt.’

The recruits soon learnt that ‘eating dirt’ meant fifty push-ups, and they stared forward awaiting further instructions as Shah dropped down to do push-ups.

‘Now.’ Flain hoisted his own wooden spear upwards. ‘I will demonstrate how to use this weapon, which is supposed to simulate a mana lance.’ He took a stance and lunged. ‘Now you try – and put your weight behind it. When I say ‘strike,’ you step forward and ram that spear forward with your best roar! You hold that position.’ The paladin stopped a moment to allow Shah the time to finish his push-ups and gather his spear.

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