Kael
Veylan's new target had padding on one side and a dent on the other.
I pointed at the dent.
"Should I ask?"
"Someone watched the wrong part."
"That sounds like a confession."
"It was a demonstration."
The target hung from a short chain inside a braced frame. A narrow piece of steel sat beneath the padding. It was light enough for Veylan to move with two fingers and heavy enough that I didn't want it meeting my face.
Fortunately, my face was not part of the exercise.
He checked the clearance before setting the frame.
The work had been planned separately from yesterday's rematch. One bounded use of Voidrend, if my ordinary circulation and recovery stayed within the approved range. No repeated cuts to improve an ugly result. No movement technique.
The rest of the session would use an unpowered blade and footwork.
I placed Nihil on the support and took off my outer coat.
