Vermeen, let's talk...
"Hold your stance. Do not leave room for the slightest attack. Hit hard, or you might die easy on your next mission." Master Chi walked around the fighting circle, hands crossed behind his back. He observed the male and female soldiers implementing tackles, displacing the others' foot balance and throwing them off the ground.
"You're weak," Ona whispered to her opponent, a Red Lord who seemed to be dodging her blows. He wore a mischievous smirk, his long curls packed into a ponytail that hung past his neck. "Is that what they teach you at the Blood Veil, to be soft?" Ona stirred aggression.
"I doubt you know what we're capable of." He feigned a lunging attack, and Ona was nearly caught off guard. She was caught in his mockery, the flash of a clean, pointed canine digging into his lower lip.
Budik and Wiy cheered in the background.
