My training sessions at the Demon Center had become an outlet for my frustrations. The clashing of swords and the crackle of magic filled the air as I pushed my soldiers harder than usual. Each swing of my blade carried the weight of my pent-up emotions, each spell cast was a release of the anger and sadness I had been harboring.
"Keep your guard up!" I barked at a young demon soldier, his eyes wide with fear and determination. "If you let it drop even for a second, you're dead!"
The soldier nodded, sweat dripping from his brow as he raised his shield higher. I lunged forward, my blade meeting his shield with a resounding clang. "Good! Now counter!"
He swung his sword clumsily, and I easily sidestepped, tapping his shoulder with the flat of my blade. "Faster, more precise. You need to anticipate your opponent's moves."
