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That morning, Edward headed to the Salle of the Guild, his sword and a new (plain) spear in hand. It had been some time since his enchanted lance was shattered, and he had yet to replace it. Nuradin was still recovering properly from a broken leg, a normally crippling injury for a horse...

Edward’s sudden gaining of his Paladin powers (thanks to the Moon’s involvement), meant that with little else to do, the Knight was taking more and more to fighting on foot than astride his mount. It felt strange, yet new and refreshing at once.

Opening the door to the closed room, the weapons lining the walls, targets set up, and flooring mixed between solid wood and padded areas, Edward saw that he was not alone today. Though, he did not recognise the woman that had come before him.