[ Forgiveness was something that they would have to see about later, for different matters. For now Bariyan swallows, dry-mouthed, somehow slightly fearful even though he knew he had no reason to be. But standing here, anticipating damage, bracing himself for it -- that was different from acting in the heat of battle.
He stands back, feet planted slightly apart, his one arm still half-raised in front of him. He forces himself to watch Koltira, instead of the blade.
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He stands back, feet planted slightly apart, his one arm still half-raised in front of him. He forces himself to watch Koltira, instead of the blade.
He waits. ]