Pink jelly slathered everything.
Mialtros lay encased in a glob Zeltina had cut from the ceiling. The glaive blade was poised at her face, the woman's feet planted on her legs.
With a sigh Mialtros waved her arms, “You win Zeltina. I don't think any more fights are gonna change the outcome, may as well accept it."
They'd been fighting each other for four weeks now. Sparring for hours on end. Reciting the attribute chart. Doing all kinds of exercises to make her strong. Mialtros has slowly gotten better at controlling the jelly, and at fighting in general but…
Nothing was working. Not her powers. None of the goals she thought up.
Zeltina hummed and looked over everything.
“I simply do not understand why your link to your power is so weak. You should have some control over what you're
