Soon, everyone had left, with the exception of Atif. “You forgot the most important thing, my young friend,” Atif said as he picked up the sword, his voice heavy with an Arabic accent. “Rhythm. All things in nature move in harmony. By working with the rhythm of a situation you can turn it to your advantage with little effort.” “Rhythm?” Volmar said, searching Atif’s dark, impenetrable eyes. “That, and you must learn to parry.” “I thought that’s what I was doing,” Volmar said, letting out a deep sigh as he sat down gingerly on the wall. “Yes, but with little consistency. You must practice a rhythmic attack like step-parry-thrust-parry. Furthermore, it is a good idea to parry after lunging, since your enemy is likely to counter your attack with one of his own.” “Are you, sir, willing to show me what you mean by this?” Volmar decided what discomfort he felt was less important than salvaging his smoldering pride. “Only if we use wooden sticks,” Atif grinned, offering Volmar a hand.
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