When it came to training us, Lady Varemont was merciless. She was like a sudden storm, making landfall and bringing with her blasts of howling winds and sheets of heavy rain and forceful zaps of lightning. That was how I would describe the rounds of customized trainings she had put us into.
Apparently, she was to act as a stand in for the captain as our mentor. The day after the captain left, we were ready to begin training on our own. Honestly, we were clueless on how to do it. But we assumed we could just work on our attack combinations.
"We can do something about our timing." Niko had suggested as he tied his hair. "Yesterday, Lily had jumped three seconds late."
"Three seconds and a half," Mel had corrected. He'd been wrapping his hands with bandages for the reason that his moves frequently involved his knuckles punching solid ground. "But I bet my own signal was off, too."
