I breathe out of exhaustion, feeling the ache on my arms for shooting arrows consequently for the past hour. Before I got to practice my last and most favored weapon, I had to endure the torture of hand-to-hand combat as well as challenge my swordsmanship with the worse mentor.
He doesn't quit, nor does he sympathize with me as he strikes me down with no regard. I wondered as I blocked off all Ducan's attacks if there's a wave of anger towards me that he's hiding.
I'm sure there is since he has been glaring at me like I committed such a grave crime and unjustly got away from it.
My heart dropped when I turned my head slightly, seeing the raging ruby eyes staring my way. I quickly look toward the other direction, swallowing the uneasiness that I feel when someone is staring at me with so much emotion.
