Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“And those are not for beginners,” Sandor argued. “Let’s also not
forget that Sophie is training with her weaker hand.”
“But I have Tinker’s bracelet,” Sophie reminded him.
“Which improves your strength, not your coordination,” he
corrected. “I’d like you to get through today’s lesson without losing
any fingers. Besides, any soldier worth the air they’re breathing can
fight with any weapon.”
“I’d be more willing to believe you,” Sophie noted, “if you weren’t
holding that.”
She pointed to Sandor’s dagger, which looked more like half a
sword.
Tarina snorted. “I like this girl.”
“Fine,” Sandor said as he marched back to the satchel he’d brought
to the pastures that morning. He returned a few seconds later holding
a weapon identical to hers—which looked almost comical in his
massive hand. “This blade may be small. But it’s just as deadly as any
of these other daggers. Never underestimate a weapon. I could fight
anyone—and win—with this dagger.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Bo told him.
Sandor didn’t blink. “I’d have your surrender in less than three
minutes.”
Bo’s lips curled into a vicious smile. “Prove it.”
“Prove it later,” Sophie jumped in. “I only get an hour for training,
and I’m not wasting it watching you guys play Who’s the Better
Bodyguard?”
“Correction: I love this girl,” Tarina informed them.
Sandor tilted his head to study Sophie. “You seem . . . eager.”