The sharp clanging and clashing of blades ring throughout the nearby wilderness as you struggle to keep up with the aggressive onslaught of strikes your Githyanki companion consecutively delivers against your own blade. You struggle to block the blows as you slowly loose your grip on the hilt, culminating in the sword flying out of your hands on the last blow, and your feet quickly swept as your left open to attack. As you reorient yourself from your fall, you feel the pointed tip of Lae’zel’s blade on your throat as she stares down at you with a disgruntled look.

“Chk. If you cannot even put up a decent fight with a blade than any ghaik will easily mash your soft istik skull without much of a fight.”

Lae’zel extends a hand, you grasp it as she gets you up with a powerful pull onto your feet. At Lae’zel’s ‘advisement’, or rather her threatening persistence, you had been drafted to be trained by her due to her deeming your skills as a warrior as inadequate by her Githyanki standards. Apparently, she didn’t want the others to complain if you ended up killed in combat due to you being less experienced a fighter in comparison to the other party members. Either way, she was gonna train you ragged until she either deems you competent enough to defend yourself or you keel over from the intensity.

Considering you’d been training for a solid hour nonstop, you drag your battered and tired body to a log by the extinguished fire to rest. Lae’zel sits herself near to you on another log close by. Taking a sip from her waterskin, she turns to face you, seeing the sweaty and tired expression on your face, she gives an annoyed sigh with an accompanied eye roll as she offers the waterskin to you.

“Cease your panting and drink. Even the dog doesn’t act as exhausted as you and I cannot bear to hear it for another moment.”