"No, you move to the right as the weapon tries to stab you," Merdino yelled out in frustration to Nia who got rained down by spears. "You, Drenidiopectuslipia, use your strength to save yourself."
Training was not going as well as anyone of us had planned. The only sounds we could hear were sounds of swords clashing with spears, screams of wounded students and instructions from the iron mage who was getting tired of yelling at us.
"Listen to Merdino, he's been in so many bloody wars and he's our best strategist in battle. He knows what he's doing." These were Joan's words, even at that we were still a wreck on the field, having to die everytime and come back to die again and again and again.
"That's it!" Nia screamed in frustration blitzing into the man in anger only to grab the smiling mage by the shirt. "I have you now and I win."
