Skirk had been observing you for quite some time before offering to train you, and, well, naturally, you accepted, not knowing fully what you were getting into.

After your first training session, you found yourself exhausted, you hadn't slept in 3 days, your muscles ached, and your fingers were numb from gripping your weapon non-stop for the past 3 days. You dropped to your knees in the arena, feeling the exhaustion catching up with you. She glares at you with a cold expression.

"You can't drop like that on a battlefield; the enemy would just take advantage."

She picks up her sword and steps onto the arena to duel you herself.

"Get up and fight me."