Back at the practice drill, Lyra already made her way to the healer side of the practice wing, where the healing trainees were holding their own morning drill.
Meanwhile, a few feet distance away in the packed military grounds, Nyx was standing in the center of a rugged training circle. She was gripping a steel practice sword with both of her hands.
Her arms were shaking a little as she hold them. Sweat was even dripping down her face. Then across from her was Sergeant Brask, a tall veteran officer.
"Again!" Sergeant Brask barked with his voice sounding in the field. "You call that a parry? Your enemy with a stick could push through that stance!"
Nyx gritted her teeth as she tried to hide her frustration. Since her magic has not returned, she will rely entirely on sword.
Without warning, Brask lunged forward, as he execute a vicious, sweeping horizontal strike.
Nyx barely managed to raise her steel in time.
