Training Touch
The morning air was crisp, but I was already sweating. My hands were still wrapped in light bandages, a constant reminder of the silver net from two days ago. They didn't throb as much now, but they felt stiff.
Demetrius stood a few feet away, watching me. He wasn't wearing his heavy armor today. He just had on a simple tunic and breeches, which somehow made him look even more dangerous. Without the metal plates, I could see the way his muscles moved with every breath.
"Again," he said. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
I lifted the wooden practice sword. It was light, but after an hour of swinging, it felt like lead. I lunged forward, trying to mimic the move he had shown me.
"No," he said, stepping out of the way before I was even close. "You’re leadin
