In the dim light of the underground training chamber, Sol glanced around, taking in the rough stone walls lined with various training weapons and a faint warmth emanating from the torches flickering overhead.
Sol's new master stood at the center of the chamber, her arms crossed.
Sirina was tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing, ember-like eyes that seemed to see through everything. Her dark auburn hair was tied back tightly, leaving only a few strands loose. Clad in worn, battle-scarred armor and her massive greatsword resting casually on her shoulder, she exuded an intimidating aura.
Despite her fierceness, there was a spark of amusement in her gaze as she looked Sol over.
"Alright," she began, "Here's the deal. You hit me once, and you win. Simple as that."
Sol stared at her, a mixture of disbelief and irritation flashing across his face.
"One hit?" Sol repeated, feeling almost insulted.
Did she think so little of him?
