Battlemaster

You shall be my battlemaster, Murad, and all shall know you stand highest among my servants.

Over the radio net the battlemasters chattered in yashi growls and hisses as they shuffled patrol formations again.

Battlemasters didn’t have to answer to anybody.

With her elegant gowns and silvery ringlets, the delicate drow seemed the most unlikely of battlemasters.

I set my javelin as our battlemaster had taught.

With flame, claw, and spell it—no, she, they said—smote the most valiant knights and the shrewdest battlemasters, sniffing out war wizards whatever their disguise and rending them to pieces.

A very junior battlemaster, he had no interest in facing well-prepared forces.

After sixteen years of relative peace, people are growing complacent. Not the Rangers, of course, but the village people who provide men at arms for our army, and even some of the barons and battlemasters in remote fiefs to the north.