We spent the next two days with Eniyii, Daria attempting to teach me more and more complex defensive spells, and Xen trying to teach me Pixila. Daria was infinitely more successful. Even with enforced weight loss due to being starved for however long, and the increased stamina due to the inordinate amount of physical activity I had endured since embarking on the adventure to find my mother, I was nothing near physically fit.
I spent more of my training time with Xen on my a*s on the ground than I did blocking their attacks. “You are thinking too hard,” Xen said when they had knocked me down for the hundredth time.
“And moving too slow, I know.” I climbed to my feet and dusted off my a*s. My hands were wrapped up in tape to keep them from further injury, though they were mostly healed but
