Mical

"My Gift-teacher still thinks its unreliable, " Mical continued.

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Alberich had taught a few youngsters who possessed that near-magical combination of reflexes, strength, coordination, cleverness, and the instinct for combat; Mical was definitely one of that number.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Mical had a broken wrist; there were some slices and cuts to the others, but his was probably the most serious injury.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Although no such disaster had occurred at the glassworks while the two Trainees had been serving their time there, Mical had probably been witness to several minor accidents, and certainly had been told all of the horror stories.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Although in the normal Hurlee games Mical was a star player, in these practices he was merely at the level of all the others.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Eloran rammed his way in beside his Chosen, and, even one-handed, Mical was able to haul himself back up into the saddle.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Alberich snatched it, and Mical scrambled out of the way.

Exile's Valor Lackey, Mercedes 2003

Mical went off with his measurements taken, a set of armor of the approximate size ready for him, and an admonishment to say nothing of his speculations, not even to his fellows on the team.

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Alberich understood the reason for the grin perfectly; the apprentice would now be put to doing something far more interesting and less labor intensive than mere manual work, while Adain and Mical took his place at the bellows.

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He knew very well that young Mical had a reputation as a demon Hurlee player, despite the late start that he and Eloran had on it because of the punishment work hed been doing.

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