Fighter Luna's Shifted Fate
The girl kept her head bowed, her long hair strategically arranged to cover part of her face.
"Miss Eliza," Agatha called, "I've brought the person we discussed."
I nodded calmly. "Take her to Sparrow's quarters. I'll join you shortly."
Holly Reed, my combat instructor, gave me an approving nod. Standing tall with her muscular frame and no-nonsense demeanor, she was everything I aspired to be—strong, capable, and feared.
"We'll continue tomorrow," Holly said, gathering her equipment. "Focus on defensive stances during your individual practice. And don't neglect the hand-to-hand techniques we covered yesterday."
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