Jerome
Fiona was struggling to get acquainted with the swordsmanship skills of one of my boys. It was obviously tough for her.
But then, I hoped and prayed silently that she realised that if she failed this test, she would lose her life.
I walked closer to Fiona disregarding the fierce eyes of Crystal who glared at every step I took.
I wanted this young lady to scale through without any instructions.
Crystal's glaring look only meant one thing- she had her eyes on me and every step I took to judge Fiona's performance.
I couldn't be biassed even if I wanted to. All eyes were on me. Deep down, if I had my way, I would make Fiona scale through.
She held her sword and her hand trembled. Then I halted right behind her.
"Take a close look at his hands and the direction
