"Two on one," Celeste said. "Ashara, you're the one."
"Great. Who are the two?"
Celeste pointed. Vik was already on the mat, rolling his neck, wooden practice sword in hand. Jesse stood a few paces behind him with his quiver on his back and his bow strung with blunted training arrows.
[Oh, come on.]
"The big guy with the greatsword and the kid who doesn't miss?"
"You're fast and you're slippery. I want to see if you can use that against two different threat types at once." Celeste folded her arms. "Vik is your melee pressure. Jesse is your ranged denial. Figure it out."
Vik cracked his knuckles and Jesse shrugged and nocked an arrow.
"I hate this," Ashara said, stepping onto the mat.
"Noted. Begin."
