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Five-Minute fiction - 23:57-00:02

The sword is not a weapon. It is an extension of your physical self. It can things your body cannot, but without your body these things cannot be done. But it is a treacherous weapon. If used against you it can spell your doom. So, you must understand it. You must know it. You must break it. Its your will must become your will. We are not servants of the sword, it is our servant, Hursulm said as he strode to and fro amongst the frantically sparring youths. He stopped here and there to correct stances or to provide words of encouragement.


The newest recruits for the Gallows were raw, beaten, and tired. They stank of stale sweat and vomit, but most still fought on. Some lay collapsed in the dirt their chests heaving as if even the act of drawing a breath was a toil. One by one they dropped until only two remained. Thanus, the son of a tanner, and nephew to a silent Gallows Warden circled another youth. The two had been pressed to spar because their relative skill levels outstripped many of the other recruits.