[TWO DAYS LATER...]
Eva's POV
Clumsy. Predictable. Strong but with the wrong applications of said strength.
My morale was down the drain when Commander Hannes of Silverclaw was the one training me.
But now, as I trained with Alexander amongst many curious spectators, I felt as though I was built for fighting.
"Good job!" Alexander looked at the deep cut on his deflective leather which was said to deflect any cuts on it by a special artisanal technology.
He was sweating, panting. I was exasperated.
Alexander was too strong of an opponent.
I looked down at the several cuts I made all over the said leather I wore as a literal body suit. Head to toe.
If given a chance, he could slice even the toughest helmets clean off with his sheer strength and tact of the sword.
