Rowan is trying his best, he really is.

Fencing isn't easy for him. He just doesn't understand how to move his body like the others did.

The rest of the class had already left, having finished their training and off to do their own thing.

But not Rowan.

No, he remains in the gym, sweat pouring down his face as he tries to catch his breath. He tears off his fencing gear, throwing his helmet onto the ground and sighing bitterly.

This sucks.