Thalia’s POV“Take your stance,” Dion commanded, his large, warm hand carefully guiding the spear in my grip. “If you’re too quick to act, you miss the movement of your opponents, and they end up being ahead of you.” His leg came in between my legs and parted them slightly. My legs slid against the concrete of the training grounds before stopping a few inches away from where they originally were. I grunted when it became too hard to stand. “Don’t…” Dion held my waist down. “…Bend your waist.” He shifted my waist forward, making the stand harder to maintain. “There’s absolutely no way you all fight in this position,” I grumbled, my muscles quivering as I struggled to steady myself. “It’s so uncomfortable.”Dion rolled his eyes at me. “Would you rather be comfortable and lose your battle, or be uncomfortable and be victorious?”“How about being a pacifist? Why does every single interaction have to end with blood, hatred, prey, and predator?” I muttered. I had never understood why the
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