Albion and Mrs Windrow were in the advanced training rooms. The Illusionary World as a large open field. It was where they often trained as the room was spacious and allowed for training in a variety of terrains. Albion and Mrs Windrow were trading blows in their spar. But Albion's mind seemed to drift off elsewhere. His movements were sluggish and slow when his mind wandered elsewhere.
Mrs Windrow: You're distracted.
Albion: Huh?
Mrs Windrow appeared quickly in front of Albion. He could barely react to her as he saw her straight coming towards him. Her white top ruffled at her immense speed even when tucked into her black trousers. Her scar-covered fist punched Albion in the nose and his eyes teared up as a biological reaction. Quickly squatting down to hold it in pain as she didn't hold back.
Albion: OW!
Albion he said loudly to sound that the punch to his nose hurt. Looking up at Mrs Windrow, his nose was red and slightly bloody, his eyes teary.
