At Ryder Manor, Midnight Pack Territory
"Would you kindly put some effort into this?"
Gilas knew that he was playing with fire the moment he practically mocked Clara's attempts at hitting him. He was training her in the use of a sword, and while she was remarkably more skilled than the average soldier, she was still no match for some like him that had more formal training. She could move, sure, but he was way too far ahead for her to even attempt to fight him.
"Are you suggesting that I'm weak?" Clara coldly glared at him, levying another flurry of attacks at him. "How about this, huh?!"
Gilas almost let off a smirk as his goading got the desired effect, his sparring partner going into a fit as she delivered a series of haphazard slashes. Deftly, he dodged the first few swipes, parrying the rest with his blade. From there, he swung in an arc, their swords sparking with one another as he directed the point of her blade up high.
"What the-"
