"Duck!" Derrick called as Roland swung a fist at me. "You don't want to get hit!"
Huffing, I quickly dodged Roland's attack as sweat poured down into my eyes. We had been training for a little over a week now, and I was beginning to get used to his movements—not enough to fully avoid, but progress was progress, right?
"You just got lucky." Roland chuckled, readjusting his footing. "But you won't be so lucky this time."
Lunging forward, his hand shot out towards my chest, moving out of the way. I managed to avoid the attack, but I wasn't quick enough to stop him from kicking my feet out from underneath me.
Gasping, I tried to suck in air as my back slammed into the ground. Black spots danced in front of my eyes as Roland stood staring down at me, smirking.
"You alright?" He asked, hold
