"Neela, be ready; there is the powerful enemy coming," I warned her. There is no need to; her soul sense had sensed it at the same time as mine.
She had already taken a few steps back, letting me take the lead as we had discussed. She is already a battle-ready mode, with her clawed out giving a sharp violet shine when one looks at the blade claws.
She might be a little skittish at the thought of combat, but when it is time to fight, she will put her fear down and give her all.
Lord Micheal had made them fight nearly every day, and I saw her visibly improving with each battle. If she continued, in a few months, she could become a competent fighter, and in a year, she would become capable of beating above-average powerhouse with her combat skills.
Thud!
