Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

—Was that really such a devastating blow? — Sigheber asks him after the fight, nodding towards Sandar. —Indeed, the heights of skill in noble fistfighting are incomprehensible. I should take a closer look at his technique tomorrow... Will you go training after the tournament?

—When you mentioned formidable masters yesterday, you were probably referring to one of them. —He waved his hand meaningfully towards the future finalist, straightening his shoulder, which was bruised through the armor. —Each blow is like plunging into an abyss of emptiness, from which there is no return... I will, of course. I haven't had enough of a beating today.