Chapter 34
Slash. Thrust. Parry. Breathe. Relax. Slash. Parry. Block. Clash.
Schwing!
The blade is knocked away from his hands again. Zarracen paces around the man now kneeling on the ground.
"Again!" She calls out.
Reynard picks himself up again and charges at him. His Videle no more than a whisper at this point. A scowl forms over her face as she twists her body and kicks the sword from his hand.
"Again!"
Reynard looks at her. A glare adorns his face. Shameful. This display. Likely embarrassed at being the only one within their squad unable to keep up even slightly. Not just within the squad but the entire team. The others had a one-on-one spar with her just moments prior and well they weren't as embarrassing to look at as Sir Reynard was.
