However much this annoyed me, it is accepted practice for a duelist's supporters to cheer them on- in fact, I was entitled to similar outbursts from my own admirers.' This Uriel fellow really is remarkably skilled,'Best remarked. Undriel. That was the bastard's name. Brasti came to my defense, after a fashion. 'It's not Fascia's fault. He's getting old. And slow. Also, I think he might be getting fat. Just look at him-barely four months since he beat Human, and already he's half the man he once was.' Always nice to have friends nearby in troubled times, I thought, batting at Uriel's blade with a clumsy parry that was testament to my increasing exhaustion.

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