The loud clashing of steel and heavy breath fills the air as Nanna, revered Commander of Knights, spars with her favoured student and soldier, though she'd never admit to the fact. They seem to be keeping up with Nanna well, up until the General gains the upper hand and flips her student's back against her chest, pressing her cold blade gently against their neck.

"You're improving," Nanna states, letting the other soldier go after a second longer. "Distracted, but, improving nonetheless. Not entirely terrible." Sheathing her blade, Nanna steps back with a slight nod of approval and what seems to be a hint of satisfaction in her other wise cold gaze. "How about a break? Or would you prefer to go another round?"