Everly, still frustrated, screamed and rushed towards Ania. Ania grabbed her, slamming her down on the floor with ease.
Everly groaned in exhaustion, "Dammit, I'm hopeless. At this point, I'm going to die before I even enter the Sokolov residence. It's been like six hours, and I haven't learned a single fucking thing!"
Ania chuckled, extending a hand to pull her up. "Don't stress yourself, darling. You can't expect to become an expert in a day. It takes time and practice."
Ivan, who had been observing the training session, walked back into the ring, holding Hazel with one hand. "Ania's right, Everly. You might not notice it, but you've made a lot of progress already, but we should stop here for today."
"Made a lot of progress?" Everly asked with a raised brow with her hands on her hip. "Tell me one thing I made progress in, then."
