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"I SEE THAT YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS, CADET."
"Get used to it," she said. "It is your training." Without giving any indication that a punch was coming, Falconer Joanna jabbed Aidan in the nose, and he felt something break. She hit him again in the same place, and the pain was so bad he could not see straight—or, rather, he could see too well, in too many images. The third punch knocked him to the ground.
He looked up to see Falconer Joanna standing over him.
"Are your through yet, nestling?"
He tried to sit up, and she gently pushed him down.
This time he stayed there.
"This one might test out all the way," she said to Falconer Ellis, who now stood beside her. As she spoke she was putting on the falconer gloves, whose star-shaped studs caught some light and sparkled. She held each glove, palm side toward her, directly in front of her face as she pulled it on. Her face grimaced as she stretched it tight...
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