It seemed everyone had stopped what they were doing and started to gather round. As the primary weapon's Master, Bjarkë had worked to train most of the older men there and everyone had felt the side of his blade often, to their great misery. They looked at the tiny woman facing Bjarkë and could not imagine how she would fare well against the grizzled veteran. The younger men who'd been working with Frang and Ailene with the rapier gave her a slightly better chance because they knew how good she was, but looking at their comparative size, it seemed impossible she could win. Only the men who'd actually witnessed the...