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The time spent working as a taskforce had seen little improvement in Livia's ability for combat, but her dedication in seeing things through led her to get back on her feet. Her body ached by the time she returned to the Academy, and only once did she debate on pretending to be sick so that she did not have to go to another taskforce training session.
So it was a battered and bruised Livia that was present this day.
Other Dreadlords insisted she work on her strength, to be as good and well seasoned like the best of them. They had made jokes about her thinness, knowing her strength came from dancing, but that was no good on the battlefield should she see it.
"Initiate Quinnick."
Livia groaned and lifted her head, frowning up at Marks. The Dreadlord had the ability to manipulate air, amd had taken a liking to pairing woth the young Initiate to test her strength.
"Quit the whining, girl. You are no good to use if you cannot defend yourself without magic."
"I was not selected for combat, Marks."
"Which means you can learn. Come on. I will let you use your magic to land some blows."
"I promised someone I would train with them today. That guy." Livia nodded towards Henk. They had rarely interacted during these sessions, but only because Livia had stuck to the Iniaties she knew mostly.
"The traitor?" He scoffed.
So, she had not promised anything. That did not stop her from darting around the Dreadlord and approached Henk.
"Fancy some training? Otherwise, Marks over there is going to make me hit the floor one more time and I am going to zap him with my magic." Her smile was strained, her cadence urgent. Her own magic could do with some flexing, to test the very lengths of it, but she should not try that without proper instruction.
Henk
So it was a battered and bruised Livia that was present this day.
Other Dreadlords insisted she work on her strength, to be as good and well seasoned like the best of them. They had made jokes about her thinness, knowing her strength came from dancing, but that was no good on the battlefield should she see it.
"Initiate Quinnick."
Livia groaned and lifted her head, frowning up at Marks. The Dreadlord had the ability to manipulate air, amd had taken a liking to pairing woth the young Initiate to test her strength.
"Quit the whining, girl. You are no good to use if you cannot defend yourself without magic."
"I was not selected for combat, Marks."
"Which means you can learn. Come on. I will let you use your magic to land some blows."
"I promised someone I would train with them today. That guy." Livia nodded towards Henk. They had rarely interacted during these sessions, but only because Livia had stuck to the Iniaties she knew mostly.
"The traitor?" He scoffed.
So, she had not promised anything. That did not stop her from darting around the Dreadlord and approached Henk.
"Fancy some training? Otherwise, Marks over there is going to make me hit the floor one more time and I am going to zap him with my magic." Her smile was strained, her cadence urgent. Her own magic could do with some flexing, to test the very lengths of it, but she should not try that without proper instruction.
Henk