Freya's Pov

We stood by the field in short, the scent of fresh lewd grass swishing past our noses mixed with a salty wet crystalline liquid that dripped down our skin.

Nobody was slacking as we stood training. I crouched and ducked often a time when Merona would thrust her hand for a punch. We have been going over this for close to ten minutes, the goal was to maintain stability and swiftness, which as I could tell we were getting better at.

The once scarce field was filled with people, it ...