Training Touch

The morning air was crisp, but I was already sweating. My hands were still wrapped in light bandages, a constant reminder of the silver net from two days ago. They didn't throb as much now, but they felt stiff.

Demetrius stood a few feet away, watching me. He wasn't wearing his heavy armor today. He just had on a simple tunic and breeches, which somehow made him look even more dangerous. Without the metal plates, I could see the way his muscles moved with every breath.

"Again," ...