Approaching the meeting point, he observed Seheda nervously shifting from foot to foot. Her brown hair cascaded like a curtain across her face, partially concealing the vulnerability that lingered in her eyes. Alaric, a creature of the night, empathized with the fragility of her position. Three rejections from the combat academy had painted doubt in Seheda's eyes, yet her resilience shone through. He stood in the shadows away from her for a moment. He stepped and snapped a rotting tree branch to which gained the girl’s attention. “Mr. Halloway I presume?”
He frowned, annoyed he was so easily found. “Sorry, I couldn’t help taking a moment to see what I was working with. “ His tone was filled with a smidge of errogence. He stepped into the clearing, the few stars and the crescent moon hung in the air. His eyes couldn’t help but to flicker upward, forcing him to whence instinctively. “So, you said you needed a training partner?” Seheda laid out the typical test and how she had modeled this training ground off of it. A mixture of cross country runs, rope course challenges, and sprints through the thick woods. “You think you’d have some combat for a group focused on fighting.” He snorted as he tightened his laces. “Ah, well. I always score outstanding on that side of the tests.” She gave a light chuckle and an odd blushing face. Alaric’s eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Alright, cool. Well, let’s start.”
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