The next day—the morning of the duel—the clang of metal against metal rang out across the training fields, but it was quickly interrupted as Iyana's sword slipped from her hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud. She stumbled slightly, catching herself with a frustrated breath.
Terrence's brows furrowed in concern. "Vice-Commander, are you okay? Since yesterday, you have been on a losing streak. At this rate, you might even get defeated by a handicapped man," he said with a light chuckle.
Iyana sighed and mumbled an apology. "I am sorry… I–I will take a break, clear my head, and we can continue soon."
Terrence gave a brief nod, looking concerned as he exchanged glances with Elijah and Melissa who were sparring near them. But Iyana turned away before they could gather their courage to ask anything.
