The wooden sword struck Vask across the shoulder, sending him stumbling sideways before he could properly raise his guard.
He managed to recover his footing, but Titania was already approaching. Her practice sword moved toward his chest, forcing him to retreat, only for the attack to change direction halfway through. The next strike caught him behind the knee and sent him crashing onto the training grounds.
Again.
Vask clenched his teeth, glaring at the dirt beneath him.
This was becoming ridiculous.
He had fought powerful monsters, survived battles that should have killed him, and possessed enough strength to tear an ordinary knight apart with his bare hands. Yet none of that seemed to matter against this woman.
Every time he believed he'd understood her movements, Titania changed something.
