"What about eyes closed?" Zoran couldn’t help the slight smile when Ualan stopped him from leaving. His brother closed his eyes and spun, blindly throwing the blades as he turned. Four landed in the pattern of a cross on the post, the last landed in between Agro’s feet. Agro jumped back slightly with a hearty laugh of amusement. Ualan quietly nod and continued down the path to the castle. Agro smiled an impish grin and waved at Ualan’s back. He’d been left in charge of the training. Before Zoran could speak to the men, Agro commanded them gruffly, "Ach now, you pups, back to work." "I see you are working them hard," Zoran called, amused. He yawned, watching the men depart. "Ach," Agro grumbled good-naturedly. He picked the blade out of the ground. "You’ve worked them hard enough to last a year. What’s wrong with a little sport now and then? If you lightened up, maybe your face wouldn’t look so damned ugly." Zoran chuckled, lifting an arrogant brow in disbelief at the baited comment, "Me, ugly?" "Aye, you," Agro nodded.
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