*huff*
*huff*
Towering over the black-eared pantherkin, the massive crimson-scaled dragonkin let out a deep chuckle. "So what was this about being able to handle you hmmm?"
Noxtis was barely holding himself on his hands and knees as he tried his best to stop his head from spinning. Losing count of how many times he had already blacked out or emptied his stomach from the savage training.
It had only been a couple of hours into their training...
For as much as he wanted to retort to the snarky remark. Noxtis had a hard enough time staying awake, much less speaking with the taste of bile still stuck in his throat. Having experienced 'sparing' against Flint before, Noxtis thought he had a small inkling as to what was in store for him.
But he was so wrong. So very very wrong.
