Skye's POV
Sweat soaked my skin. Breathing was laborious. My muscles begged for the end, challenging my will to go on. My will won. I ran to my left in the obsidian night. A small white feather flew down to my right and I whipped around lifting my sword to block the attacker. Josephine scowled in response and put all her strength into the attack. I was lucky I didn't fall to my knees. I forced my legs and arms to stay up. Sweat fell in my eyes, burning them. I blinked it away and Josephine's presence vanished once again. In her place were a thousand lances pointed in my direction. Simultaneously, they lunged. I didn't have time to chant the shield spell; instead my mana flowed through me instantly understanding what I needed. Each lance tried to break through my shield, but I made it more
