Chapter Forty
[Iodine's POV]
Evening came quickly, and with it, I was feeling apprehensive. I was proud of how quickly everyone learned the techniques, and we'd practiced them - first holding back until we were confident, then we were fighting as if it really was a real battle. I was feeling sore from last night, but I was pretty sure Wesley had given me a bruise on my calf when he slipped over and came crashing down on my leg with all his weight.
He was testing how fast I could actually dodge. It was one thing to be a fast runner, but fast with reflexes in battle was another thing entirely. He'd caught his foot on a slippery patch of mud. It wasn't done on purpose though he looked mortified.
I'd sat out with an ice pack on my leg for an hour before my speedier healing managed to make
