The sharp tip of the blade scratched along Uziel's face, causing an intense sensation of pain. Uziel stumbled back, tripped and fell backwards. In the mist of confusion and agony, he heard the voice of his teacher. It sounded concerned. "Curses. I'm sorry. Let me see that wound." Uziel pressed his hand against it, in an attepmt to stop the flow of blood. "It's Ok master. Don't worry." But Ithor, Uziel's teacher, grabbed his hand and forced it away. "This is a mighty cut. Very likely to leave a scar. Come on- We must tend to it immediatly." Helping Uziel up, he tried to escort him to the first aid tent. "Leave me." Uziel responed harsly. "I can still walk."
to be continued
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