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Book One: Dune
“Inshieldfighting,onemovesfastondefense,slowonattack,”Paulsaid.“Attackhasthesolepurposeoftrickingtheopponentintoamisstep,settinghimupfortheattacksinister.Theshieldturnsthefastblow,admitstheslowkindjal!”Paulsnappeduptherapier,feintedfastandwhippeditbackforaslowthrusttimedtoenterashield’smindlessdefenses.
Halleckwatchedtheaction,turnedatthelastminutetoletthebluntedbladepasshischest.“Speed,excellent,”hesaid.“Butyouwerewideopenforanunderhandedcounterwithaslip-tip.”
Paulsteppedback,chagrined.
“Ishouldwhapyourbacksideforsuchcarelessness,”Hallecksaid.Heliftedanakedkindjalfromthetableandhelditup.“Thisinthehandofanenemycanletoutyourlife’sblood!You’reanaptpupil,nonebetter,butI’vewarnedyouthatnoteveninplaydoyouletamaninsideyourguardwithdeathinhishand.”
“IguessI’mnotinthemoodforittoday,”Paulsaid.
“Mood?”Halleck’svoicebetrayedhisoutrageeventhroughtheshield’sfiltering.“Whathasmoodtodowithit?Youfightwhenthenecessityarises—nomatterthemood!Mood’sathingforcattleormakingloveorplayingthebaliset.
It’snotforfighting.”
“I’msorry,Gurney.”
“You’renotsorryenough!”
Halleckactivatedhisownshield,crouchedwithkindjaloutthrustinlefthand,therapierpoisedhighinhisright.“NowIsayguardyourselffortrue!”Heleapedhightooneside,thenforward,pressingafuriousattack.
Paulfellback,parrying.
