Sal thanked him again, then shooed him out of her small but private space. The door barely closed behind him before she peeled out of her uniform. Folding it carefully, she set it beside the table and began to unpack, hanging her clothes to let the wrinkles fall out. Her mind wandered over the Lieutenant's words. Her chances were probably slim, but he hadn't told her to give up. Instead, he seemed pleased that she was willing to fight to earn her place.
Finally reaching the bottom of her bag, she pulled out a worn book on military basics. She cradled it to her chest as she flopped on the bed and opened the cover. Before she began studying, she dared to allow herself to hope. "Please let me pass these trials. Please!" she whispered, then focused her mind on weapons regulations for mounted soldiers.
Chapter 3
Rise of the Iliri: BloodLust: Book 1
The first two days of the trials started with paperwork. Written tests on strategy and tactics, knowledge of weapons, poisons, and siege warfare were all covered. By the third day, the remaining applicants were excited to finally get the chance to show their weapon proficiencies. When the Lieutenant approached, they sprang to their feet. Most stood at parade rest, others at attention, but they all hoped to make a good impression.
LT looked them over. "Today, you get to prove your fighting skills. Report to your assigned officer, where you will be assessed on various styles of combat, from hand to hand through the basic weapons. Today is melee only, so no, you won't get to shoot any shit."
The recruits chuckled politely, and he continued, "The order of weapons is to be determined by the officer in charge. You will be given a score based on your proficiency with each type, as well as your innovation and decorum in combat. Questions?"
With none forthcoming, they split into their groups. Shift waited with another Black Blade – the dark skinned human. Riblour, Saong, and Kinetry, the recruits from her group, gathered around them. When she approached, Shift nodded in her direction but made no attempt to introduce the new elite and Sal refused to ask. The Lieutenant made it sound like the Blades were all iliran, but this man was obviously human. It made her wonder how truthful her initial meeting had really been.
Keeping silent, she followed the group into a small, green pasture where practice weapons waited on a canvas tarp spread across the grass. Each of the recruits retrieved a set, and Shift put them through the standard military warm-up. Today, his mind stayed silent, locked well away from Sal. She hoped he was just trying to stay impartial.
The human stood with a scowl on his face the entire time.
Shift demonstrated new moves with the sword, staff, spear, and knife, guiding each applicant through the proper execution with a patience Sal wouldn't have expected. Over and over, he made corrections, working them until the moves flowed easily. When the moons began to overtake the sun, he called a break in their training.
"Ok, so ya pretty much got it. Take five and catch your breath, then we'll see if any of you are as bad-ass as you think."
Sal set her weapons down, the size of them too large for her small body, and rubbed her arms. Taking the brief respite for what it was, she stretched and breathed deeply, forcing air to her tired muscles. When her male competitors began to mutter about the lack of refreshments, she rolled her eyes. They weren't here to be pampered. They were supposed to prove that they could make the cut.
Sooner than she expected, Shift called them back to their feet. "Ok, pair up. Riblour with Saong, Kinetry with Luxx," he said, "and Zep, if you can run through Luxx and Kinetry?"
The human nodded, one of his tiny, shoulder length braids blowing across his eyes, but he ignored it.
Sal moved to where he gestured, away from the other pair. In the distance, yet another Black Blade watched their group, leaning against the base of a tree. Evidently, she'd become a spectacle.
"Here's the deal," Zep said sternly, demanding her attention. "You will fight. If I believe that one of you is about to be irreparably harmed, I will stop you with the command 'hold'. Full contact is expected. A blow that should kill you will be declared by myself, otherwise, you will fight until one of you surrenders. The winner wins. The loser is the one dead or the quitter. Understood?"
Kinetry nodded, but Sal had to know, "Any weapon limitations, sir?"
Emotion finally found it's way to Zep's face, a glimmer in his eye told her she'd asked the right question. "None," he said. "Just like real combat."
She turned, removed her cap, and lay her weapons out for easy access, keeping an ear on her opponent. Kinetry, across from her, did the same, glancing up every few steps. When she approved of her spacing, Sal turned to Zep, waiting for a sign to begin the combat. His brown eyes studied her briefly before returning to watch Kinetry's broad back.
As the recruit turned, Zep said calmly, "Lay on."
Kinetry sprang into motion. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed a spear, and thrust at her. He was slow – strong, but slow. Without reaching for her own weapons, Sal stepped to the side, watching how he placed his feet, smelling his nervousness, but holding her instincts in check. Kinetry circled to match her. His heels crushed the grass as he moved, his knees too tense. When she made no attempt to attack, he began poking at her with the wooden spear. Its head was round but solid, and would hurt if it connected.
Sal watched how his face changed before the real strike came and shifted casually to the right, grabbing the spear with both hands. Growling, she pulled in the direction of his thrust. It sailed harmlessly past her hip and out of his grasp, surprising the man with how easily she'd just disarmed him.
Frantic, he hurried back to his stash of weapons for a wooden sword. Sal kept her attention on him as she returned to her own pile for something her size. She found a practice knife. Placing it in her belt, she just waited, still squatting.
Kinetry rushed her. Rolling, she snaked her hand out and grabbed the butt of her spear. Resting the point on the ground, the shaft served as a shield for the wild blows her opponent threw. With so little control, it didn't take long for his arms to tire. That's when she lifted the tip and yanked it sideways, knocking his feet out from under him. He hit hard, but she had to gain control of the weapon before she could finish him. Moving up the shaft, she placed her body midway along the length of it. She found the balance just as the recruit flung himself to his feet.
Not daring to waste the chance, she shoved the point at his unprotected chest. The round, wooden tip struck hard, knocking him back into the dirt. A true spear would have impaled a man with that force. Sal waited to hear her victory called.
"Light. A wound," Zep said instead.
Shocked, she missed her chance to point the tip at Kinetry again. He'd already found his feet, and with unexpected force, he swatted the spear from her hands. She retreated, dodging the rest of his blows with ease. Twisting out of his way, she found herself among his weapons. A staff lay at her feet, begging for her attention, so she took it and countered blow for blow. Each time he left an opening, she scored a hit: his thigh, a hand, his ribs. Bruised and winded, Kinetry powered on with sheer stubbornness.
She aimed at his shoulder, shocked when her weapon skipped off and connected with the side of his neck. Gasping, he staggered to his knees, disoriented, and Sal flicked an ear at Zep – who said nothing. Her fellow soldier couldn't take more of this, she decided. It was time to end it.
The staff fell from her hand as she pulled the practice knife from her belt. Darting in, she looped her left arm around his neck, flowing with his movement as he tried to spin. Her right hand held the knife securely at Kinetry's throat, the point to his jugular, and she squeezed slightly while he pulled at her arms. Zep just watched, showing no signs of calling the match.
"What more do you want?" she snarled at the Blade.
"Could you do it?" Zep countered. "Could you finish him, or just secure him for a stronger, harder soldier to come clean up your mess?"
She tightened her arm on Kinetry's neck and growled, locking her ears back. Humans always assumed her small size meant weak. Always! She would show him just how "weak" she was. Her lip curled slightly, the low, deep sound resonating in her throat. Eyes locked with Zep's, Sal held the pressure while Kinetry's struggles grew weaker, his hands struggling to pry her arm from his throat. With one leg shoved against his back, she waited for the weight of his sweet-smelling body to be completely in her control. Eventually, his eyes rolled in his head and his mass sagged to the ground.
Zep finally called out, "Luxx wins!"
She eased the man down while he gasped for breath, then stepped back. Shift, Riblour, and Saong stood just meters away, the scent of their surprise strong on the spring breeze. Shift moved to Kinetry's side, placing his hand on the recruit's neck to check his vitals with a deep sigh. Slowly, Kinetry's breathing eased and his eyes fluttered open.
"Sorry, man, you lost," Shift told him.
"I knew I would," Kinetry croaked through his damaged throat. "I saw her that first day, and no one taught me how to beat that type of agility."
At the respect in his ragged voice, Sal's anger subsided, leaving shame for her lack of control in its wake. Maybe the humans were right. She'd done it again, acting like little more than the beast they accused her of, all because the human had taunted her.
"Zep," Shift said, never taking his attention from the man on the ground, "you're supposed to shake the hand of the victor."
