***
Guinevere's hands trembled as he hit her blade strongly. She lost her grip and the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground at her feet.
"Ow." She complained lowly, her eyes accusing him. Was she injured?
Alexander's gaze drifted from her face to her hands, lingering on them for a moment before he lifted his eyes back to meet hers. His expression was stern. "You must never let go of your weapon so easily, or else, you are courting death. Hesitation and carelessness can be fatal when fighting. Keep your weapon with you if you wish to survive."
"But I was hurt." She protested, cradling her right hand gently in her left.
"On the battlefield, getting hurt is inevitable." Alexander replied, his tone unyielding. "Injuries are a mighty part of any battle. If you pay too much attention to them, you will die."
