Bella POV
"You hit well", said Flanagan as I pushed a practice sword with all my might into a wooden figure. We had been in the practice shed all morning, getting kitted out for the trip. It had been a long day for me, learning to understand how one worked as a part of a team. Flanagan had wanted to see how ready I was to fight as well, when I had told him Quinn had asked me not to use my magic.
Ivy stood in the corner and asked, "Where did you learn to fight like that? You fight pretty well for a village girl."
"We had a few raids on the villages three years ago from marauders. We weren't sure if it was monsters from The Blight, or someone else, but it was enough for them to line up every tall kid in the village to fight with a sword or a mace. I volunteered as well as they gave two meals a day to us for all the training period. The better I learnt to fight, the more rations we got. So I learnt, it good and proper." I explained to Ivy.
