Bab 1055: The Gates of the Heavens - Part 1

"You allowed me in," Commandant Amion noted. "You've skill with a sword?"

"Once," Oliver replied.

"Left hand," Jericho said. "Strange."

"It is no different. Watch the blade. We will see this done at speed," Amion said, deciding that he would get nothing from Oliver with mere words. He'd been afforded the opportunity. Whether it was willing, or whether it was by force, it did not matter. All that mattered was that he made something from it.

He found himself moving again, as he had earlier. Movement was the best way to rid himself of uncertainty. The Scribe Soldiers had been taught that as a skill. Light movement was preferred, movement that wouldn't put them in danger, or change the state of the battlefield too significantly. Something to allow them the chance to feel out the situation they were in.