Thirty-Five

Kiara’s POV

“Savez, come on. Keep your hands high enough so you can parry his thrust and block. Otherwise you’ll end up with a slit throat before we’re done here!”

I yelled at one of the sparring groups currently battling fiercely on the training ground.

The man in question did as I asked, holding his sword a bit higher and parrying his opponent’s next jab way more fluidly.

“Good.” I grunted, moving past their group to the next.

This pair were clearly still a bit green about the ears. It was clear from the way the awkwardly held their swords, as if it was too big for them. It made their knife clanging lack any power, force or even proper direction.

I stepped up to them amused.

“Grip it firmly, don’t clutch it like that.” I said helping one of the boys fix his fingers properly.

The other mirrored the new position while the one I’d physically corrected flushed bright red. He looked shyly at me from under his lashes and I snorted. He could barely hold his sword up. What made him think he