Whitefish River Ask Me Why

 Keep moving. She moved just enough to avoid the full attack, something he had no intention of following through on anyway. With a vicious turn he focused his attention on her still, like an automatimated targetting system, she was consistantly in his sight. Vespera had his full focus. As she stumbled back onto her feet he was already moving in to close the distance again. 

Move!

In a moment he was already ontop of her, aiming another attack in the form of his shoulder slamming into anything that might be in his way. What was once a tool to just fuel his image of ferrocity was slowly morphing, the image of Rhaella was beginning to turn all too real, that hatred bubbled up deep in his core as he now pictured the vendetta he would exersize on her. Keep moving! He broke through the imagery and back on the previous task at hand. Fight! He growled.

Some may think of him being a little too intense, too cruel to be a teacher to be beating on the student - but this was the way of war. You fight, or die. It was mercy he gave her by preparing for the worst without being wisked away to the land of the dead. 

But despite his attempt to keep on track with his original intent, his heart beat heavily in his chest. It was a little too easy to put the image of Rhaella ontop of hers.