The loud thud of me falling on the grassy ground got the knights' attention training their hand-on-hand combat on the field beside us.
The embarrassment of failing to withstand a little being's attacks left my mind that I only wish to take Ducan down even once. My trial and error are getting me exhausted that I have no more energy to keep going.
I'm not sweating as much as I should because of how cold it is to train in the field. The slight fog surrounding us is making it harder to concentrate or practice my archery. Ducan suggests that I should do hand-to-hand combat, assuring me that it will be simple.
I can see now that he's having fun making a fool out of me.
Ducan, who I never see train even once, is too good with combat. I wonder how he's almost the Rhys' level in swordsmanship when he spends most of his time in the tower or his room making and experimenting on potions.
