The next day, Skye was once again training with River, the two moving fluidly across the training grounds. She smiled. She wasn't as sore as she had been from Antony's training the other day, and she wondered if it was because her instincts were attuned to this kind of fighting.
She got a good hit on River's arm and she grinned as she watched their face contort in pain. But the grin didn't last as her eyes widened when River knocked her to the ground again and put the tip of the wooden sword to her chest.
“Nice hit," River said as they took a deep steadying breath. “But you need to focus on less hits and more finishing blows. You want a fight to be as short as possible; it leaves less chance of getting attacked or losing."
Skye nodded from the ground and sat up when River moved the wo
