“Max, you don’t have to train with me today,” Nora said following Max into one of the training rooms at the Seraphs Academy. The training room had a brown brick wall and pine green, marbled floor. On the left side from the door were sparring sticks, zayins and swords, maces, hand axes, spears, knives, spikes and crossbows.
“Why? You are scared?” Max walked, light-footed, to the weapon stand.
“What? Pffft,” Nora waved her hand dismissively, “I’m not.” Fear was not the exact word Nora would use to express how her body felt, the last time she trained with Max. Nora had been at the Academy for three days. Her typical day had been to wake up by 5 am, run twenty laps around the Academy ground with other Seraphs, train, attend theoretical classes then train again. Until it would be night and sh
