Cassandra POV
I could feel my hands shivering, but I also know this is not the right time. Holding the sword with both of my hands, my eyes are fixed on his. I slide one foot back and bend a little for the support.
The first attack comes after the words are out of his mouth and I am ready for it. I raised my sword up, for his uppercut, and could hear the loud sound with the clash.
His eyes meet mine and I could see the worry in them, they don’t look careful and cheerful as usual and I have to change this soon. I have to end it.
We move in a circle, ready for the attack, the hand and leg movement mimicking each other. I could feel the burn in my throat, and the sweat above my eyes ready to drip anytime. My heart race is slow, just like he taught me, and my full focus on his actions.
