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... fteen Dragoons stabbed forward with identical spears.
Parry! Morag commanded. Guard!
The movements continued, over and over. Sometimes the words changed, but mostly it was the same. Thrust. Parry. Guard. The Dragoons were nothing if not dedicated to mastering the fundamentals of spearwork. Felix watched them when he wasnt busy inscribing. Between doing the grunt work of the forge and acting as Mana batteries for Harns furnace or smithing, training was all they did.
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