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...The charred remains of the guards still remained under the drizzling rain. I've been observing him for hours. It's becoming clear that he isn't planning to leave the house. Well then...


An excerpt from the 7th chapter titled "The art of defense in a duel":
It would be too risky to sneak into the building - I could see an occasional shadow moving behind the half-opened shutters, he is ready for guests. Either way, I wouldn't be able to do much within the cramped interior of the house other than to burn down along with it. I wonder if I could lure him out before the rain dies out...


The stance which I call "supporting stance" will help you out in a duel if you are forced to act defensively. For instance when your opponent has a strength, speed or maneuverability advantage.
I headed to the nearest inn where I demanded a bucket of icy water. To the Innkeeper's shock, I immediately poured it over myself. Keeping yourself from catching fire is half the victory when hunting pyromancers!


For starters, pay close attention to your posture and footwork. If you need to parry a strike from the left side, shift your right leg forward, bending it slightly in the knee. The other leg should firmly remain in the original position. For this stance to work properly, you need to learn how to maintain balance in this position.
I had to act fast - freezing to the bone and succumbing to fever wasn't a part of the plan. After returning to the house, I began cautiously approaching the main entrance. Suddenly I head the sounds of a mournful song or prayer coming from inside... There was a magic spark, a roar of rising flames - I barely had enough tome to dodge to the side. Trying to ignore my smouldering doublet, I rushed towards the mage. There was only a few yards between me and the target - one final push, and I was on the doorstep...


Then you need to stretch your arms forward, point of the blade aiming downwards. Your wrists should be slightly below your eye level, the leading hand's thumb pointed at the ground.
I bet the sorcerer didn't expect to see me up close. I wasted no time on pleasantries: upon reaching him with one giant leap, I grabbed the bastard by the throat and let my trusty blade do the talking. He let out a terrible wheeze and started shaking in agony before finally going limp, collapsing with a heavy thud.


In this stance you should be able to easily deflect strikes from every direction. Don't be afraid to perform a counter if you spot an opportunity and remember - a persistent attacker, sooner or later, will get through your passive defenses.
I grabbed a piece of cloth lying nearby to wipe his black blood off my sword...


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Swords Treatise III/Tooltip

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The most descriptive manual on fencing and everything related to it. Myrwan vir Debur undoubtedly has hands-on experience with the subject in question.

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...The charred remains of the guards still remained under the drizzling rain. I've been observing him for hours. It's becoming clear that he isn't planning to leave the house. Well then...

It would be too risky to sneak into the building - I could see an occasional shadow moving behind the half-opened shutters, he is ready for guests. Either way, I wouldn't be able to do much within the cramped interior of the house other than to burn down along with it. I wonder if I could lure him out before the rain dies out...

I headed to the nearest inn where I demanded a bucket of icy water. To the Innkeeper's shock, I immediately poured it over myself. Keeping yourself from catching fire is half the victory when hunting pyromancers!

I had to act fast - freezing to the bone and succumbing to fever wasn't a part of the plan. After returning to the house, I began cautiously approaching the main entrance. Suddenly I head the sounds of a mournful song or prayer coming from inside... There was a magic spark, a roar of rising flames - I barely had enough tome to dodge to the side. Trying to ignore my smouldering doublet, I rushed towards the mage. There was only a few yards between me and the target - one final push, and I was on the doorstep...

I bet the sorcerer didn't expect to see me up close. I wasted no time on pleasantries: upon reaching him with one giant leap, I grabbed the bastard by the throat and let my trusty blade do the talking. He let out a terrible wheeze and started shaking in agony before finally going limp, collapsing with a heavy thud.

I grabbed a piece of cloth lying nearby to wipe his black blood off my sword...


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