IRIS'S P. O. V
The second day of training was equally grueling, although the physical demands came with a new challenge. We began practicing martial arts, with Blake pushing me to the limit and beyond. He showed no mercy as he unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, demanding that I match him attack for attack.
"You're too slow!" He'd say, or "Do you need a refresher course on technique?"
My body ached from the hours of training, and my frustration was rising equally as fast.
"How can you expect me to move quickly when I feel like I'm about to collapse?" I gasped, my voice laced with irritation.
"That's your problem to fix." He answered. Blake continued to attack, his movements lightning fast and unrelenting. I was exhausted, my limbs and lungs burning with each movement.
I could
