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       The week that passes
       By: Mannix Date: March 24, 2018, 8:07 pm
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       Mannix watched with a careful eye as the ten year old moved
       again, following his actions to move as fast as possible.
       "Again."
       He stood beside her, holding the wooden stick out in front of
       him the way he had showed her to. Hers was smaller than his own
       and not weighted, appropriate for her. His body was turned
       sideways and one foot slightly forward. He moved forward and
       struck and then moved forward again, then stepped back.
       "Parry, thrust, lunge, riposte, block."
       He went though them again and again. She was doing well. He had
       started by telling her she needed to get strong, and having her
       lift very heavy rocks, carry them and then drop and repeat. Then
       speed training with running short distances with sudden bursts
       of speed. Then jumping up on stumps and now sword training. Her
       other lessons were going well too. She was as good as her word
       to do her best to please him. He just hoped she was burning up
       the blood he had given her as fast as possible. He didn't want
       her hurt by the vitae she had drank. He wouldn't give her any
       more till she was finished growing. He thought about the other
       project he had been working on this week. The illustrated book
       of Gargoyles, a study of possibilities, movements. wings and
       claws and all the different ways they could look. He had come up
       with 3 distinct types with 2 looks each and showed all sorts of
       details. He had worked like a madman, finding inspiration in
       those little studies. He was ready to make a gift of it to the
       Tremere.
       Of course all this blood use had required him to hunt and he had
       used his time with training Petra to work on his own skills. It
       had been a hard week but a good one.
       He smiled down at Petra.
       "That is really good. I am so proud of you. Do you want a rest
       and some water?"
       He really did care for her.
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