The sun was just rising on the horizon, bathing the training field in a golden glow. Strax was already there, sweating and panting, his longsword in hand, muscles tense in preparation for what was to come.
The events of the previous day were continuing, and at least now, he felt more in control. Since it was time to train… they would train together. He was at his peak, with pestering thoughts advancing again, but there was a wall in front of him that he couldn't see how to overcome.
Then, his wives offered to help him with this nagging problem.
Samira, Beatrice, Monica, and Cristine arrived together, each armed with their usual weapons.
Samira wielded a katana, her gaze focused and determined as she sought to learn a new weapon that wasn't a massive broadsword.
Beatrice held a short sword, quick and lethal, while Monica had a spear, using it with grace and agility.
