They parked the wagon in a little clearing and let the horses rest.
He pulled the practice swords out of their place and handed one to his daughter. She handled it as he’d shown her, with care and reverence.
“Today we practice overstrike,” he said, and took up a guard position across from her. She raised her sword.
As they practiced, the sky seemed to darken. A figure coalesced out of the gloom, huge and bat-winged. He nodded to her. This was the moment they’d trained for. He wished they’d had more time as he led the charge.

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