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"Allez! Fence!"
BZZZ!
"Halt! Again, there is one light..."
Jester had attacked as soon as the director dropped his hand to signal the start of the action. No feint... no tricky fake... just a quick darting jab... to the foot again!
Two-zero!
The major tried desperately to get his a
The sonofabitch caught him twice with the same sucker move!
"Allez! Fence!"
The progress of the bout was relentless, giving O'Do
Jester stamped his foot noisily, and the major had to fight to keep from twitching defensively at the sound.
Don't fall for a sound feint! It's just the kind of thing this joker will use to...
The Legio
BZZZ!
"Halt!"
The major turned his back on the proceedings, shaking his arms and rotating his shoulders as the touch was awarded.
He had tightened up! Fighting the reflex to move at the sound of the foot stomp, he had tensed his arm, and Jester seized the opportunity before he could regain enough flexibility to evade the attack on his blade!
Three to zero! No! Put it out of your mind! Think of it as coming on guard for the first touch... except now Jester would be going for double touches! Two double touches and the bout would be over!
"Fencers ready?"
"Ready!"
"Just a moment, sir!"
O'Do
As it was, nothing was said by either the director or the Legio
"Ready, sir!"
"Allez! Fence!"
To O'Do
The major was attacking even before he finished the thought.
BZZZ!
"Halt! One light! Touch is left! Score is three to one!"
That was more like it! In an épée guard, holding the sword at an angle to the arm, however slight, was a dead giveaway that there was target exposed, even if you couldn't see it. Slipping his point past Jester's bell guard, O'Do
"Allez! Fence!"
BZZZ!
"Halt!"
Got him again! Three to two now!
The major was waiting at the on-guard line as the touch was awarded, eager for the bout to resume before his opponent had a chance to analyze the hole in his defense.
"Fencers ready?"
"Ready. "
"Ready, Sir!"
"Allez! Fence!"
BZZZ-UZZ!
"Halt! Both lights are on! Double touch! Score is four to three!"
Four to three! He had to be careful now. One more touch and... No! Jester had been lucky to catch a piece of his arm as he came in on the attack. He had to keep the offensive. Still, his opponent was expecting the shot to the underside of the arm now. Maybe a feint to draw his reaction...
"Allez! Fence!"
The major deliberately gave the point of his weapon a small twitch, and was rewarded by a quick flash of light reflected from his opponent's bell guard as it moved.
BZZZ!
"Halt! There is one light! Touch is left! Score is four all. Bout and match point, gentlemen. Fencers ready?"
Got him! Now, just one more. C'mon... think! One more touch!
"Allez! Fence!"
For a moment, it was as if neither fencer had heard the director's signal. Motionless, they stared at each other, watching for an opening yet unwilling to make a move which might create a vulnerability. Then, with slow deliberation, Jester raised his sword arm six inches, exposing the target his opponent had been scoring on, daring him to try again. That frozen tableau was held for a few heartbeats, then O'Do
BZZZ-UZZ!
"Halt!"
The major whipped his head around, looking to the electronic box to see who had scored the touch first.
Both lights were lit! Double touch!
Jester jerked his mask off and stuffed it under his arm as he saluted the director and his opponent, then strode forward with his hand outstretched for the traditional handshake that signaled the end of hostilities.
"Excellent bout, Major. Thank you."
Startled, O'Do
"But... the bout..." he managed at last.
"Tournament rules, as agreed," the Legio
That last was addressed to the director, who shook his head and shrugged. "Well... in a double elimination tournament, it would be scored as a double loss..."
"There! You see?"
"... but I suppose we could have a fence-off to decide a wi
"Well..." O'Do
"Major. "
The word was said so softly that it took O'Do
"Take the tie."
"What?"
His rival looked away, smiling at the audience as he spoke, like a ventriloquist, without moving his lips.
"Take the tie. We'll split the competition... and the contract. I wouldn't want to see either of our forces lose at this point... would you?"
Good combat commanders do not survive by agonizing over decisions, and O'Do
"Tournament rules were agreed upon." He shrugged dramatically, turning to the director. "The Red Eagles and the Space Legion stand by their word. A
Turning on his heel, he marched unswervingly back to his men, barely remembering to unhook his body cord, as the director's a
From the look on the faces of the Red Eagles, the audience wasn't alone in its puzzlement.
"What the hell happened... sir?" Master Sergeant Spengler said, rising to meet his commander.
"Well, Sergeant, what we have is-"
"Company! Atten-hut!"
O'Do
The Space Legio
The major stared at them for a few moments, but their pose didn't waiver. Correct military procedure called for holding a salute until it was returned or the person or unit you were saluting was out of range.
This time, O'Do
"Red Eagles... Atten-hut!"
And for the first time since their arrival-in fact, in the history of the Red Eagles-the crack unit of the Regular Army saluted the Space Legion, and meant it.
Soaking in a hot tub can be of mental, as well as physical, therapeutic value, and Phule was enjoying it to the fullest as he felt his muscles slowly begin to relax.
"Sir?"
Slowly, reluctantly, he raised his head and opened his eyes.
"Yes, Beeker?"
"Will that be all, sir?"
"Have you asked Mother to hold all calls until this morning?"