Skoff looked insulted for a moment, but then a grin broke out on his face, revealing three missing teeth and a bad breath. They didn't make grog like they used to...
"Oh yes there are Grimslade," he told the assassin as he parried the thrust. "You've just never learned them!"
Again he swung his weapon several times in quick succession. High, low, high, with litte variation but matching an inner rythm he had felt since childhood...
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