ROSIE
Punch. Swerve. Block.
My fist connects with my opponent's jaw, the sharp impact jarring through my knuckles all the way to my elbow. I let out a sigh, my gloves rising to guard my face as I pant.
Sweat trickles down my temple, sliding along my cheek. With the back of my hands, I wipe it away.
"Come on, Rosie! Is that how you plan on fighting your enemy?"
Xylus's voice interrupted my thoughts. It's one of those familiar tone of his, the one that says I'm disappointing him again.
His hands clamp down on my shoulders, guiding, yanking me into a more stable stance.
Once he's adjusted my posture, he moves on, yelling at another pair. His voice fades as he shouts commands like a general on a battlefield.
Honestly? I'm glad it's him running pack training and not Dominic.
Ah Domin
