The swords clanged together over the Arena sands. Once, twice, a third time. They came together, and apart, and the two women holding them drew back, panting.
Athena stood up straighter, and brushed sweat from her brow.
“You’re improving,” she told her student. “But keep your guard up!”
Mirium nodded.
“Then have at,” Athena said, and came in, her overhand chop aimed to cleave her young pupil in two, if the young woman should miss.
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