The next morning, Skye was a lot more excited to train than normal. She had swiftly made it through her stretches, rubbing out her sore muscles before quickly getting herself dressed. Placing a pair of gloves River was lending her on her hands, Skye ran down the stairs and out to the training grounds.
Antony laughed as she ran over to them. “Someone looks excited," he commented with a smile.
“How can I not be?" Skye asked him, a smile on her face as well. “It's a sword!"
Antony snickered. “You sound like an excited child in a sweet shop."
“Can you blame her?" River asked from behind the two. Skye noticed that in her hands, she held two wooden long swords meant for practice.
“Of course not," Antony answered. “As much as I prefer my fighting style, swords will always be cool."
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