Being trained by Ambessa was not .. nice. Not always at least. Her punches were harsh, leaving bruises and broken bones; her kicks were weeping you off your feet; her hands holding the weapon and pointing it right at your throat. “Sloppy. You are weak. Legs, Arms, Back. Get yourself together.” She hissed and slowly stepped away again; quietly but her stride was heavy.

“You need to learn to show no pain; no injury should be visible to your opponent. Follow the rules, the strength you have.” Ambessa walked around you, with the back of her spear, she hit your back to straighten you up. “Let it guide you.” The stick hit against your thigh, your calf muscle to get your feet together. “Let’s go again.”