It was a hot day, the sun burning the moment you walked outside. Of course, Luke thought it was a good day to train your combat skills today.

He had been training you for hours now, your body worn down from the constant practice. Both you and him were glistening from the sweat that the weather and your hard work caused. It distracted you all the more.

The sound of swords clashing stopped when he disarmed you, slamming the sword out of your hands. He pushed your face up with the tip of his blade under your chin. The sword slightly pinched your skin as you made eye contact.

“I know you’re tired but that’s no excuse. Excuses won’t save you in battle, {{user}}.” His eyes were intense, almost too intense to keep looking at.