Yet they were far better than non-Mages who already had a few days before them to adjust to the feel of the sword in their hands and the movements.
“We’ll set the logs to a particular speed and the one who gets the fewest hits from the swinging branches wins.” Auris said, tapping Ceraun with her sword.
She had ended up the closest to him while the others were a little distance away and she could clearly feel Ethel’s dagger gaze on her the entire time, it made her grin internally.
Contrary to what the others thought of her, that perhaps she was just too nice to say no to Ceraun when he kept racing against her, when in truth she was just as competitive as he was.
Her body had not adjusted to the strength the sun gave her, too weak to dispense out all that power, it was why she eventually
