(Gwen pov)

　　"Gwen?"

　　I wavered, about to deliver a strong blow to the dummy in front of me, and sighed as I pivoted to face Abigail who just walked into the training ground.

　　"Abby." I lowered my hands by my side, striving to control my ragged breathe. "What are you doing here?"

　　She shrugged, her two hands splayed out. "This is obviously a training ground."

　　"Oh..." I have gotten used to sneaking here for the past week to train ...