Quickly, the air filled with the sounds of shouting, grunting, and weapons clanging.
After observing for a time, the twins separated so that they could each engage in a match.
A short time later, exhausted from her efforts, Reigna found Mara as she prepared to spar. “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” she asked her.
Mara nodded. “I’m not at my best, that’s true, but maybe this will help sweat out the grippe.” She smiled, wanly. “It’s frustrating, as all the others who’ve been ill seem to be on the mend already.”
“Yes, but most of them were children, and they do bounce back more quickly.”
“Don’t overdo it now.”
Skipping toward the center of the ring, Mara called over her shoulder, “I won’t.” Then she pulled up her sword and began her dance with the other contender.
As Dixon met Reigna at her side, she glanced his way. “She really doesn’t look well,” she said.
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