Chrysamere collides with Fearstruck with a cracklike rolling thunder, shaking the arena and sending a sharp jolt along Boethiah’s arm. Trinimac, it turns out, was not lying: Stendarr hits like a drunken Mehrunes Dagon taking a plummet out of a tall tower. Oh, Stendarr is not a cleveropponent and he moves slowly, but Boethiah is already out of his element, fighting with a shield, and it takes every ounce of concentration to manouveur around the slow cumbersome blows of Lorkhan’s current-favorite warrior while grappling with his own unfamiliar weapons.
Not that this is a bad thing. Boethiah adores a challenge.
