Part Two: Blade

The blade swiped under her feet, knocking her to the ground. "Apolla," Labren tsked at her. "You left yourself wide open for that attack! Have I taught you nothing?"Apolla grumbled on the ground, taking his outstretched hand.

When she was once again on her feet, she glared out him. "Why do you find it necessary to mock me? " She said as she dusted off the white armour.

He chuckled, his golden brown hair blowing in the wind, the sun shining off his golden armour. "I am your mentor. It is my job to mock you."

Pushing her long white hair behind her ears, she glared at him playfully before charging again, sword lost on the floor as she twisted around his strikes and swings until she was able to maneuver under his arm.

She struck hard and true, knocking the sword out of his hand with a simple pressure point jab to his upper arm.

Quickly she grabbed his fallen blade, swiped low and knocked him off his feet, pointing the sword at his tangled form now on the ground.

"You were saying, mentor?" She asked with a smirk, his own sword too close to his neck.

He smiled and moved the blade a respectable distance away from his neck with the tips of his fingers, a smile playing at his lips. "I was saying how I tend to underestimate you quite too often." He grumbled, taking her hand to pull him up.

He snatched the weapon from her hands as she moved away giggling.