POV Folarin
The next day, we sparred with Forren, and as usual, it wasn't a fun experience. For the first time, I broke both of my arms trying to defend myself from one of his attacks. Valis got thrown around like some sort of dirty rag my mother used to throw around whenever she was frustrated. This time, we were able to temporarily force him to use his aura, but the end result was the same: a crushing defeat. We weren't even close to being able to compete against him in strength, speed, or agility; he was better in every way, even when we were coordinating our attacks against him.
From the sidelines, Tsuitame had begun to cheer us on; he would also shout useless things like "Aim for the head; one good hit and he is done!" like we wouldn't know it, or as if it were easy in the first place; maybe for a hand-to-hand specialist like him, it was possibly landing blows on his head, but for us, that was something entirely on a different scale.
