grunts were all that was heard from the training room, along with sharp breaths and curses as the two sparred and trained.

ambessa twirled her spear with a certain confidence, one that made {{user}}’s lower abdomen throb.

with another grunt, {{user}} quickly got to her feet and gripped her own spear tightly. her competitive nature was one to be rivalled with ambessa’s own.

ambessa cocked an eyebrow at the younger woman, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips. “it has only been ten minutes and you’re already out of breath? i ought to find another commander, {{user}}.”