"Ha- ha- ha-" Verinia was panting like a mare climbing up a mountain. Her knees quivered and threatened to give out on her at any moment, just like her will to live.
Whoosh!
The strike landed on her thigh, completely throwing off her balance until she toppled over to sprawl out on the ground. In that moment, she felt like a capsized bug.
Pain echoed out from the depths of her bones. Living life like a preserved corpse, she didn't usually feel much pain from external factors. Her training was a huge exception.
"You need to right your shoulders from the root of your back." Sur Ka'iser stood over her like a domineering elephant.
He looked so wide and so brutish that it made people afraid to even acknowledge his presence.
The knight nudged her leg with the murder weap— with the stick in his hand. "Focus on your feet."
