Dragoncrest Cliffs We can weep and call it singing

All at once adrenaline seemed to catch up with him and he felt winded; he quietly sucked in breath while Vercingetorix broke down his questions and offered tips. These were all things he intended to practice and put to use in the future. He couldn't serve among the pack's elite warriors if he couldn't even take an opponent on his own. Size be damned. Sometimes the most effective fighters were the smallest and quickest rather than the strongest, and that was what he intended to be.

Hold on and go for the belly, gotcha, he repeated, letting his tongue loll into a pant. Yeah, I feel... better. Ephraim couldn't say he was a hundred percent, since he was still pissed off, but it wasn't consuming him the way it was before. Have you trained a lot of warriors before? You're really good at it. Not that Ephraim knew, but training with Verx was at least easier than training with the war wolves of Trigeda. Those guys were serious business... and they didn't pull their punches.