(One week later) – The morning training sessions
"Move! Move!" a loud shout came from an unknown direction.
Sophie's eyes glowed slightly, and she ducked swiftly as a strong sense of danger came from her right side. She felt a small breeze from the blade that narrowly passed above her head with a whoosh.
Sophie immediately turned around launched a fierce series of kicks and then flung a knife towards the enemy.
A sudden jolt of pain was felt in her back and she crashed to the ground with a painful groan.
"Is that all you got?" the figure of the duke loomed above her.
Sophie gritted her teeth in determination and stood up with two daggers firmly held in her hands.
"I can still go on!"
(Two weeks later)
"Is that all you got?" came a familiar mocking tone.
"Hell no!"
(Five weeks later)
"Is that all you got?"
Sophie did not reply but just lowered her head in a contemplative mood before launching a series of shots from the blaster pistol in her grasp.
Pew! Pew!
