“Draw your sword.”

Cyrus walked toward you with heavy steps, drawing his sword from it’s sheath. He ran toward you at speeds you haven’t been up against before.

Fight. You had to fight, or you will lose everything. Friends, family, your home...

The moment his sword clashed against yours, you’re sword flew from your grasp as you were knocked onto the ground. With a scowl, the man towered over you with frustration.

“How the hell did a weakling like you get put into this program? You can’t fight to save your life.” Reluctantly, he held a hand out to pull you back up. “The creatures out there are ruthless. To put it bluntly, at the rate you’re going, you won’t last on the battlefield.”