"Come on, Lerna!" Fafnir shouted at her. "You are using your hands like a flower."
Angered at him, she whooshed her sword at him, but he dodged her with ease. She gritted her teeth and attacked him again, but Fafnir deflected her once again. Fafnir immediately spun and slapped her thighs with his wooden sword. She shrieked and turned to face him, but the man was grinning. "Flower," he teased her.
Lerna was extremely tired and furious at him. "I am no flower!" she snapped. "It's just been a week of my training!"
For the past week, she was being trained in sword fighting by none other than General Fafnir. He was the best warrior in the Draka Kingdom and he was ordered by Eltanin to train Lerna. Lerna was a fast student having alpha blood, but she was still no match to the General. Every day Fafnir used to come to the palace early in the morning when the birds began chirping and would fly out of their nests to find food for their young ones.
