Sword snatch

All in all, it wasn’t a bad ma-
neuver. Davriel’s cloak, however, produced afterimages
that confused all but the most precise swordsmen. The
boy’s attack went to the right. Davriel stepped aside,
then lightly tapped the blade with a flick of his finger-
nail.
The youth spun around, growling, then lunged
again. Davriel, in turn, activated the weapon-summon-
ing spell. Doing so sent a small spike of pain into his
mind. Stupid spell. Still, it worked, bringing to his hand
the last weapon he’d touched: in this case, the young
priest’s sword.
Edwin stumbled, off-balance as his weapon van-
ished, then reappeared in Davriel’s hand.

Chapter 10