The clash of swords rang through the cold evening hair, sparks flew and the silence was pierced from the sounds of a clash. Nesrin gasped heavily, her body grew tired when the next attacks slashing down.
She barely dodged it and staggered back.
"That would be enough."
Cassandra said, Josiah, bowed to Nesrin, and stepped back.
"How was it?"
Nesrin glanced at her bleeding hand with uncertainty. They were using wooden swords, but she had been a bit too reckless with a certain move. The result was a purple bruise.
Cassandra frowned as took her hand, "There is no need to try that hard. You have magic."
A few weeks had passed since they started the recipe of dragon stone. It was a fragile element that required time and patience. There was nothing Nesrin can do with that, and that's why she didn't think twice when Cassandra volunteered to help her with her skills.
