Readying for Battle - Part 9

"That is true," Lasha said, nodding in agreement. "Greeves is better at dealing with the sorts of problems that… well…"

She trailed off, and she realized how suddenly she'd been caught in a shifting conversation. "…Is that it?" She asked.

"Is that what?" Oliver said.

"Your talk of flow, and battlefield rhythm, you just used it on me, didn't you?" Lasha said accusingly. "I asked you a question that you were uncomfortable with, and you managed to change the topic – you tricked me!"

"I suppose it is indeed something similar to that," Oliver said, balancing his blade out in front of him, as he stared down its length, as if checking for marks. "I find the closer I am to the truth of its nature, the more it appears to be similar to other things… Ah, but then how can I be certain I am close to the truth of its nature, if I haven't seen the strength to match it."

"Oliver…" Lasha said.