SCARLET'S POV
We have been on this since morning and now the sun was about to set and I have still not learnt how to target a blow at someone. My hand dropped even before it gets to my target and even when it gets to the target, it ends up looking as though I only tapped the target.
Lara was my target, while Rich was the instructor.
Rich had been very patient with me since morning and I find it amazing but I know he would soon wear out and give up on me in the next couple of days. Or maybe he is been patient with me to save his neck considering my father’s threat to his life.
“See you are getting it, Scarlet, and I am loving this” Rich commended.
But what was he loving? It’s been hours now and I have recorded no progress.
“I have made no progress, Rich, I still can’t even throw a pro
