Kael
Veylan made me watch myself get hit three times.
The same hit.
He had found a way to make one mistake last through most of an appointment.
The recording plate rested in its reader on the desk. A small image of the technical-control court played above it, stopped, then returned to the beginning of the exchange.
Stored footage from the event record. One fixed angle, with the near screen blocking part of the view.
Even the recording had to look around things.
My opponent pulled the cloth across. I abandoned the Phantom formation, started my ordinary recovery and took his point on the outer panel.
Veylan stopped the image.
"What moves first?"
"The screen."
"On you."
I looked at the small figure holding Nihil.
"The hand comes back."
"And then?"
"The left foot."
He advanced the image a little.
The movement was unpleasantly clear.
