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Teja is out on the training ground by the lakeshore, swinging his axe rhythmically and methodically at a wooden target that is slowly being reduced to splinters.
He turns, swings, varies his steps and vantage points, his angles and the blades of his axe, cloak swirling, hair flying, breath steaming in the icy morning air. It is a fierce dance for one man and one long, bladed weapon, and Teja is superb at it -- due to life-long practice.
He turns, swings, varies his steps and vantage points, his angles and the blades of his axe, cloak swirling, hair flying, breath steaming in the icy morning air. It is a fierce dance for one man and one long, bladed weapon, and Teja is superb at it -- due to life-long practice.