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non-standard weapons, but Narath had simply resolved to train harder.
    He had succeeded. The spear that wasn’t naturally suited to him came alive with rigorous practice. No one else aboard the gigantic Triumphant with its thousands of warriors trained as hard as he did. And while it could still be the case that quite a few warriors were faster than him, none of them could put it to use. None of them got even close to him. The spear twirled with horrible might in his hands, keeping them all at its length. It didn’t take many blows from him to send them all sinking back.
    Well, all of them besides the commander, but that was different. No one truly expected to beat Diego Grothan, just to hold out long enough not to be embarrassed. Many were dying to see him duel other generals to find out for a fact if he truly was the mightiest of them as was said. So far, the commander had mostly refused. In private, he’d trusted to Narath that it wasn’t because he was afraid he’d lose. He didn’t want to humiliate the other generals before their warriors. They’d shared quite a laugh at that.
    Other than the glancing blow, Narath was quite pleased. He’d lasted a full minute against the general. They were having a tournament within the ranks, all officers and everyone else who wished to test their skills. The two of them were the last two standing, after a brutal day of fighting for Narath and a mere workout for Diego. The valor squares in his neck were pulsing excitement and challenge. He wanted the commander to take him seriously as an opponent, even if he knew he’d eventually lose. In contrast, Diego’s crystalline squares going from the neckline to the ear – on both sides – shone brightly, showing his mind was on battle, but they didn’t let any particular emotion show. Narath knew how much concentration it took because when the valor squares were implanted they were connected to the warrior’s nervous system and reflected their entire being in a battle.
    Whatever the commander was feeling, he’d still lasted a good while. Just as the smile of pride showed on Narath’s face, a predatory smirk tugged at the commander’s lips. He was flat on his back with the commander’s spear at his throat before the thought he’d been simply toyed with finished forming in his mind.
    “Next time finish it as soon as you can,” he growled in irritation.
    He didn’t need flattery, not even from the general. He wanted to know his worth.
    “I did,” the commander said, offering his hand. “You were doing fine until you realized you were doing fine.”
    “You could have finished it sooner,” Narath argued.
    In everyday life, he was of course much more respectful to his commander, old friend or not, but warriors stood equal for a moment after a duel, allowing them to speak their mind.
    “If I’d fought for my life in battle, perhaps,” the commander allowed. “Now go get your leg checked out. There will be real fighting soon, and I need you in top form.”
    Content he wasn’t being teased, Narath nodded and made his way to the med bay.
    The woman there seemed familiar to him somehow, but it wasn’t after she looked up and a smile – the most beautiful he had ever seen – lit up her face that he recognized her.
    “What did you do to your leg this time?” she asked, softly. “I’m not a warrior myself, but aren’t you supposed to protect them?”
    While he sat and let her get to work stopping the blood loss and regrowing the broken skin with machines he understood nothing about, he shrugged.
    “I fought the Commander,” he said, as if it explained everything.
    It sort of did. Urenya nodded, chuckling quietly.
    “Oh. Well, I suppose that’s fair. They tell me Diego is quite good.”
    “ Quite good…” he began, but she sent him a teasing smile from under impossibly long lashes and, halfway lost to those bottomless light blues, he caught up to the joke.
    “Yes,” he grumbled. “He doesn’t exactly stumble