"So what kind of training are we going to do?" Lucius asked, his voice steady but his body already burdened by the invisible weight of the artifact.
The training field stretched out before them like a miniature stadium.
They were standing opposite each other now, the air thick with expectation.
Vanessa flexed her hands, the dark gloves she wore catching the torchlight.
"Well, regular physical sparring," she said, the corners of her mouth lifting ever so slightly. "I won't use mana or any spells at all, neither will I use any abilities. The same goes for you. We're having a clean match."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "So, basically… you want me to get pummeled the old-fashioned way."
