Hazel’s P.O.V.
“One more time,” Marshall yelled, and I nodded while shrinking my nose a little in pain. I was not wrong when I said earlier that he was a fine fighter. We both were sparring right now after our training session, and he succeeded in punching and kicking me a few times. So far, I haven't found any flaws in him. A warrior without any weakness could be a nightmare for his opponent, or worse his death during a battle. Marshall was one hell of a fighter, and I was really enjoying sparring with him, minus the part where I was in pain.
We both lunged at each other again, and we tried to kick each other but were blocked immediately. He tried to punch my shoulder, which I dodged easily and bent down on my toes, giving him a swipe kick on his ankle. He dodged the kick by jumping in
