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"The Tale of the Techo Blademaster" by precious_katuch14
Most Neopians would cower at the sight of King Terask. The Red Draik stood taller than any of his subjects, with eyes like blazing embers, claws that rivalled the sharpest swords, and knowledge of the most dangerous spells. He glared down at me as though hoping to tease secrets out of me with his gaze alone.
“What use have I,” he rumbled, “for another self-styled swordmaster? I already have many blades at my disposal, Techo Blademaster.”
I looked him in the eye, a wrist resting on my sabre hilt, and observed his stance. He was not raising a claw to cast a spell or to send me flying into the nearest wall. However, he did dip his head, ever so slightly, and from the corner of my eye, a Faerie Buzz darted out from behind a column, their scimitar upraised. I sidestepped and flicked my sabre out, causing them to veer away and lose their balance. They managed to land on the floor, and I immediately thrust, slashed, and cornered the Buzz until they dropped down, the point of my blade at their head.
Then a Skeith thundered forward, mace poised for my head. I danced away and allowed him to try and swipe at me before daintily stabbing at his hands, causing him to drop the mace with a loud clang. The Buzz had recovered, but I traced a dangerous...
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