Shadow Of Noctis: In The Cruel Prince’s Grasp
"Well, come on then, 'master'. Teach me how to kill before you start getting emotional. I'd be more terrified of that than of Caspian."
I smiled. A genuine, dark smile.
"Alright. Let's see how much that big mouth of yours can take when I actually start fighting."
The training lasted for hours. Time and again I sent her to the floor, tripped her up, twisted the weapon out of her hand. We bombarded each other with cynical remarks every time, but her movements became increasingly precise. Her body began to adopt Noctis's rhythm—that predatory, unpredictable dance known only to dragon riders.
It was late into the night by the time we stopped. Eira sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, insp
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