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As Edmund struggled to his feet and considered Phil’s unhelpful advice. ‘Don’t let her do that’
‘I’ll try Phil’ he thought grimly to himself.
In his mind he heard the echo of the ogre’s previous lectures. “You’re facing someone who’s faster and better than you, what do you do?”
“Run away” he’d answered.
“Good answer. Now what if you can’t?”
“Die.”
“Probably. But you want to lower that probability as much as possible.”
“Change the game.”
“Exactly.”
Coming back to the present Edmund shook his head to clear what cobwebs he could. “Change the game…’
Again, patiently the dark elf circled him. “I’m only doing this because it’s slightly more interesting than killing one of your useless guards every half hour til your mage returns. And I do mean slightly more interesting. And why are you so desperate to cross our blades? I sense no magic in your sword… nor even any in the air around it, it’s as if magic just disappears at its edges. Interesting” she said in the tone of someone who finds butterflies interesting enough to capture and stick pins into.
