EMBER
“Are you ready?” Tristen asked as he wielded the sword in his hand.
I closed my eyes for a split second as I stepped forward. “I am,” I mumbled.
He smirked at me, and before I could blink, he had thrown the sword right at me, and I had to move unnaturally to get it by the hilt. The sword was heavier than I could have ever imagined, and in a quick second, I used the other hand to hold on to it, so as not to have any colossal damage.
“You’re quick,” he observed.
I smiled lightly at this. “And, you’re a brute.”
He grinned at that. “I would have to take that as a compliment, honey. You know, you need to be in form most of the time, so as not to get the angle missed up. There would be so much fun as I handle most of this work today. Just wait, and watch how I put you to your knees,
