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I turn back to face Aurora, joining her by her side.
“So are you going to be training me now?”
“Whenever I can find the time, as promised,” I reply. “So, while you need some improvement on your magic casting, you’re also going to need to brush up on your weaponry skills.”
“As in swords?” she asks as I break away to the many selections of weapons on a nearby wall.
“Precisely. Magic by itself likely won’t save you from Vippera, so we best turn you into a soldier of sorts.”
“Okay, throw me anything, and I can do it.”
My hand comes to rest on the hilt of a sword, but in that moment I decide to test her words literally. I spin around and toss a sword her way. It hurls through the air at lightning speed.
Aurora stretches out her hand, catching it with a perfect grip, a sight that impresses me.
“Nice catch, Aurora!”
“Told you so.”
Smiling, I take another sword off the wall and approach her, removing my cloak with my free hand as I do. Revealed underneath is my training gear, a light armor set that provides the highest degree of protection without compromising the ability to move.
At the sight of my gear, I catch Aurora’s eyes wandering, her mouth parting ever so slightly.
“Eyes up here, don’t let yourself get distracted.”
She nods promptly, flushed skin still apparent on her face as she readies herself.
“We’re going to be going over some basics. Hold up your sword and angle it toward me.”
She does so, the look on her face changing into one of unbreakable focus and determination.
“I’m going to show you a basic swing, the most default of all attacks.”
I perform the maneuver, my sword colliding with hers as steel meets steel with a loud clang.
“Got it?” I ask, to which she responds with a nod. “Now then, repeat the same on me, as hard as you can.”
I hold up my weapon, keeping my grip light as I expect a shoddy attempt at the attack. To my surprise, I underestimate her strength as she swipes with precision, almost knocking the sword from my hands.
“Good work!” I exclaim with a smile.
“What’s next?” she asks, her expression remaining unchanged.
Her concentration is admirable.
“Next is a forward thrust. Watch me closely.”
Her gaze is powerful, her energy taking hold of me in an enticing way as I lunge forward, hurling the tip of my sword straight ahead. She repeats the movement, her body stable and strong. She seems to be grasping this a lot quicker than magic.
“Let me ask something,” I say, facing her directly. “You seem to have quite the grip on this.”
She draws herself up, a look of thought coming over her face for a moment.
“Well, I suppose I have my father to thank for that.”
“Your father, he lived back in the village with you?” I ask.
“That’s right.” She nods. “He’s a blacksmith, you see, the finest in all of Lodra. These weapons are children’s playthings compared to his work.”
