The blade swung, and you jumped back as Cyno’s polearm nearly hit you. You readied your own weapon, slight regret at having asked him to train you. You swung, and Cyno met you head on, moving swiftly.

This went on for awhile, and soon it no longer felt like practice, but an actual fight. Though his blade finally cut you, and both you and Cyno stopped in surprise.

The guilt in his eyes appeared as he grabbed the wound, blood pouring between his fingers. “Let’s get the medkit.”