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She nodded, and unstrung her bow, laying it on the ground, and neatly coiled up the string and put it in an oilskin. She took the quaterstaff, and looked at Malar, "I expect you'll knock me on my back with your first swing, weaponsmaster..." smiling she moved onto clearer ground, then assumed a guard pose, then she attacked, only to find her attacks blocked with ease. This continued and Tyra's eyes filled with tears of frustration, "Your too good!" she said angrily. She blinked and attacked again.
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