We waited for a few days for Match's hands to heal from the burns that she took from her powers. The burned mark covering her hands became scars, which only meant that Match's skin healed at a rapid rate. If it were not, Match could not use her fingers for lifting heavy objects such as firewoods for our campfire.
Like any other day, we circled at the crisping dry twigs and planks, chopped from the close by trees. Instead of eating boar's meat, the two of us settled for rabbits, which taste like chicken. The thought of hunting down hogs that trampled us from before sent shivers down our spine.\
We would never fall prey to these monsters, who nearly killed us if it were not for Match's abilities.
"Let's start your training tomorrow," I announced, and sliced the rabbit's meat with my teeth. "I won't go easy on you. Since you said you want to fight with me, I will train you as I train myself."
