NELISSA.
"Hmph!" My feet remains rigid against the ground even with the heavy blows Gareth deals with his sword. I keep wedging it all, ignoring how strained my muscles are getting. I am on the verge of breaking and just letting him strike me but the endurance training I have gotten suddenly comes in handy and when he makes to land another strike again, I block it and return the hit, causing him to stagger backwards and press his sword to his side in respect.
Wiping beads of sweat off my brows with the sleeve of my combat clothing, I walk over to the haystack, where my leather skin lay. I uncork the container and gulp the rest of the water down before wiping my mouth off and turning to Gareth who has a smile on his face.
"You did well," He commends with a nod of approval. "Every day, yo
