Sparring practice with the brutal Githyanki warrior was never made easy for you.

Lae’zel could’ve cared less whether your muscles ached, or you were on the verge of collapse. It didn’t matter— she would make an example out of your weary, ”weak” body regardless.

“Again!” The woman shouted, her greatsword jammed up against your own weapon. You’d managed to get a few slashes in, bringing a fire to those golden eyes of hers.

“Or must I remind you of how feeble you istik’s are?”