Who's That Trainer?

Team Fairy Castle followed Ethel into a training yard. It was large with several areas marked out on the ground, clearly meant as practice arenas. Plenty of training equipment and practice weapons were available on the side. In the yard were six people clearly waiting for them. The party instantly recognized five of them, but only Mark realized who the sixth individual was. The Lundevall sisters were dressed somewhat differently than normal.

Maja was dressed almost identically to Talia, but for one major difference: the long white beard and mustache on her face. Slevia actually looked mostly the same, except instead of her shop uniform, she had on leather pants, a breastplate, and a pair of metal gauntlets with spikes on their knuckles. She also had a comically bushy mustache on her face. Then there was an ASTRID dressed in a flowing dress, and she held a staff looking much like Laura's did. Petra was in skin-tight leather armor with two blades at her side. Mark hadn’t actually seen her at the wedding, but could see what Freya had meant that she was a bit of a mess. There were clear bags under her eyes, and she seemed a little unfocused.

Next was a woman with pink hair and cat ears on top of her head. She was wearing a suit of green armor over what looked like a green butler suit. She held a rapier at her side. She, too, had a magnificent mustache which, for some reason, reminded Mark of a set of whiskers on a cat. He recognized her as someone who worked for the Harem Hotel Shop that Hosts could hire and buy things from.

Finally, there was Freya, who looked pissed. Freya was back in the outfit that Mark had picked out for her during the sleepover.

Ethel said to the party, “Here are your trainers, and the tasks board is on the side of the training yard. If you complete any, let us know, as we can free up the resources we were going to use for that to reward you instead. Now I’ll let Champion Slevia go over some things.”

Ethel went to stand next to Maja, seemingly not noticing that this was the same woman as The Empress. Slevia came forward, in a much deeper voice than normal and a much heavier accent, now unmistakably Russian, said, “Ah, Heroes. I expected fresh meat. Was told you not know how world works. Don’t worry. Slevia will take care of you.” Slevia put one fist into the other hand, and the sound of her knuckles cracking could be heard through the gauntlets. Slevia pointed at Allie, “You and I will have lots of fun. Now, do heroes want to train? Or do Heroes think they are ready?”

Laura said to the others. “I mean, do we really need a tutorial? I think we are good.” Isabella and Talia both nodded in agreement.

To their surprise, Allie, Mark, and Sam all said, “Yes, we do.” Seeing the confusion, Sam explained. “How many of you have been in a real fight? I’ll even take fights with rules like martial arts matches or fencing.” Mark and Allie both raised their hands. Laura was about to raise her hand when Sam said, “Bar fights and school yard fights don’t count.” Laura did not raise her hand. “Then you aren’t ready. I’m glad that Mark and Allie both realize that as well, even if they have done stuff like this before.”

Mark nodded. “That’s true, but not the only reason we need this. Of those here, I think only Sam and I have used the sparring area back on the island. You need to know how it feels to get hit.”

Sadie nodded and turned to Slevia, “Please, Slevia, we would welcome your instruction.”

Slevia grunted and then indicated for Maja to step forward. Maja said, “The Court Wizard Maja greets the Heroes of Cassandra. Now, Maja’s understanding is that you do not have a system where you come from, so let me briefly explain. Everyone and everything has a maximum amount of Horny Points they can accumulate before they are rendered incapacitated by lust. When you are struck hard enough or affected by certain spells, you will gain Horny Points. The simplest way of dealing with Horny Points is intimate activity, with climaxing typically the most effective way of emptying the points. Also, don’t worry if you have a particularly high libido, that in and of itself won’t cause you to gain Horny Points. But that or certain fetishes might make you more **** to gaining the points. Our teachings say that the Goddess Cassandra implemented such a system to prevent needless **** and injury. Those do occasionally still happen, but that is a rare occurrence, like being struck by lightning, falling from an **** height, or a wild animal eating another. In addition, everything has a level. As we age, we gain a very small amount of experience until we reach adulthood. Of course, there are other ways of gaining experience, but for the natives, it is a slow process. Most guards are only level 3 guards, for instance, despite the average age being thirty. For you, however, gaining experience is much easier with the blessing of Cassandra. Now, the seven of us here are your trainers. We can help you progress up to level 3; after that, you must progress on your own. How quickly you progress will depend on you, though. Shall we get started?”

Sadie nodded, “Yes, please.” So the party went to their individual instructors to learn about their class and get in some training.

Mark walked over to Freya as it seemed clear who each instructor was for. “So I take it, you're my instructor?”

Freya said through gritted teeth, “Yes, that is correct, oh hero.”

Mark was confused as to why she was so upset. “Freya, why are you upset? I know you weren’t thrilled about that outfit before, but that can’t be the reason that you are practically growling at me.”

Freya’s voice slightly softened. “Sorry, Mark. Cassandra simply insisted that I be your instructor.”

“Aaannd…. That’s bad?”

“Mark, think about your abilities. Think about how they are used. How do you think you are supposed to train them?”

Mark’s eyes went wide, “Oh. Now I understand your reaction. Couldn’t we instead discuss things, and then when someone else gets hurt and builds up HP, I go heal them? So I don’t have to use you for practice?”

Freya nodded, “We can, but you’ll level slower…”

“Freya, while I want to be fair to both teams, I’m not going to push you into doing anything physical with me simply to help them. Cassandra can go shove it. Also, wouldn’t it be practical experience to eventually do team exercises, as shouldn’t I be able to heal and stuff in combat?”

“That is true, we were waiting until you hit level two to do that, though. Thank you, Mark, and I’ll try my best to get you as much progress as I can.”

Ethel dragged Sadie off to the side of the yard, where they sat at a nice table with tea and a tray of sweets prepared. “I’m so happy to be your instructor. Please help yourself.” Ethel gestured to the sweets as she poured tea. “Now I must say, I’m already quite impressed with your progress. The way you handled Sir Mark’s blunder with The Empress was excellent.” Ethel looked momentarily down, but then back to her preppy self.

Sadie picked up and bit into a lemon square as Ethel was talking. This is quite good. When Ethel stopped to breathe, Sadie asked, “So, are we really just going to sit here and eat and drink tea? I thought you were supposed to be instructing me.”

Ethel nodded, “We are, and I am. Sadie, princesses don’t swing swords or wield cudgels. At least here they don’t. We use our words and looks to succeed. If that fails…” Ethel let out a little whistle. As she did so, a squirrel came and sat on the table, and a sparrow landed on Ethel’s index finger. “We ask for a bit of help.” Ethel held out a treat for the sparrow and the squirrel to enjoy and said, “For instance. Mister Sparrow, might I borrow your senses?” The sparrow looked at Ethel and nodded. Ethel then lifted the sparrow, and it took flight. Ethel had her eyes closed. “I know you can’t tell, but I’m currently seeing everything that the sparrow is.” The sparrow was flying high above the training yard now, eventually perching on a high tower on one corner of the yard. Ethel then opened her eyes again, “Now you try.” Ethel gestured to the squirrel. The squirrel looked at Sadie curiously.

Sadie asked a little incredulously, “I’m just supposed to talk to this squirrel?”

The squirrel looked at Sadie and said in a Boston accent, “What, never talked to a squirrel before?” This caused Sadie to spit out her tea in surprise, covering the squirrel in hot tea. The squirrel looked at Sadie like he wasn’t getting paid enough for this. “I will take that as a yes.” The squirrel started to shake itself dry and picked up a scone, munching on it, looking slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry, just animals don’t really communicate in words where I’m from. You surprised me. Do you have a name?”

The squirrel looked at Ethel, “Well, she isn’t hopeless at least. The name’s Squeak. How do you do?” Squeak held out his little hand. Sadie gingerly shook it with a few fingers.

“I’m okay. The past few days have been a bit of a blur for me. Why did you say I wasn’t hopeless?”

“Most princesses don’t start asking our names for a long time. Rather rude if you ask me. Like you work together for years and have been constantly calling the other person the wrong name.”

Sadie looked at Ethel, “So… is that sparrow really called Mister Sparrow?”

Squeak snorted at that, “Oh no, but Ethel refuses to use his name because of how lewd it is.”

Sadie raised a curious eyebrow, but Ethel just shook her head. Mister Sparrow landed on the table and chirped. “Oi, heard you were talking about the great Plumage Plunderer! Nice to meet another princess, babe. Any chance I can see up your skirt?” Squeak pounced on Plumage, who flew off.

Ethel said, “One thing to know, birds are all massive perverts. Extremely useful for scouting, but perverts. Now try convincing Squeak to do something for you. Squeak is actually a bonded companion to me, so it will be harder than normal, but that will just make it good practice.”

Squeak picked up a cookie and started munching away, glancing at Sadie. Sadie took a moment before speaking. “Squeak, what are you good at doing?”

“Wow, not just a looker but an actual brain on this princess. Hitting the second big thing without trying. Well, I’m decent at scouting, I will help in a fight during a pinch, but I would rather not. I can typically unlock things or pick someone’s pocket.”

Sadie thought about it, “Would you be willing to take some of these sweets over to those two? She doesn’t look to be overly pleased at the moment. I would also like to make a good impression on the guy.”

“You know, toots, you are really hitting it out of the yard here. Asking instead of demanding. Sure, I’ll do that for you. One piece of advice is normally to have payment. Ethel here keeps me fed and taken care of, so I’m willing to do this pro bono. A bonded companion is one you’ve come to a longer-term arrangement with. Most animals will require an offering appropriate to the task requested.” Squeak picked up a small plate and loaded it with sweets and scurried off with it above his head, carrying it over to Mark and Freya. The two were confused and surprised to see a squirrel holding a tea plate and took it. Mark looked at Sadie curiously as Squeak scurried back to the table. He hopped up on the table and said, "Delivery complete.”

“Thank you, Squeak.” Sadie said while giving Mark a little wave.

Ethel spoke up, “Now up for trying to get your own companion?”

It had been ten minutes so far, and Allie had ended up splayed on her back a dozen times already. God Slevia isn’t going easy on me. Also, I’m so fricking horny now.

Allie got up and was about to go again. When Slevia held up a hand and shouted, “HEALER!”

Mark and Freya walked over. Allie saw Mark holding a tea plate with cookies and lemon squares. Freya said, “Alright, do as we discussed.”

Mark passed the plate over to Freya and walked over to Allie and said, “Did you fall? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.” Mark then leaned in, sliding an arm around Allie and kissing her passionately on the lips, even dipping her slightly. When he stopped a couple of seconds later, Mark scratched behind her wolf ears and said, “Who’s a good girl? You are Allie. You’re my good girl.”

Allie had felt her horniness fade as Mark kissed her. Then she felt like she had a bunch of energy after Mark had called her a good girl. Allie turned to Mark and asked, “Why do I feel like I have so much energy after you called me a good girl?”

Mark said, “Apparently, it’s how I give out buffs.”

Allie’s tail was wagging vigorously. “Well… it isn’t the worst feeling…”

Slevia cut in, “Will not help you. Prepare for more beating.” Slevia did not hesitate to start wailing on Allie again.

Mark asked Freya, “Is that really going to be an effective training method for Allie?”

Freya nodded, “Yes. Slevia is trying to trigger Allie’s rage by getting her frustrated by how unfair this is. Plus, Allie needs to know how to take hits as one of your tanks. Unlike Sam, she isn’t supposed to block them either. Allie just has her claws and armor. So having Slevia act as a pugilist is good training. Eventually, Allie will get mad, but in the meantime, she learns how to get and take hits.”

Mark nodded and mostly watched and healed Allie for the next hour or so as he wasn’t needed for anyone else.

Talia followed Maja to one of the far marked-off training areas. Talia asked, “Any reason we moved so far away from the others?”

“Yes.” Maja erected two large stone walls on either side of them. Creating a 10 ft hallway that was 50 ft long. She then sealed off the end behind Talia. “Maja has a very simple training method for you.” Maja walked to the other end of the hallway. “Maja will be throwing things. Do not let Maja hit you.”

“What?” Talia exclaimed. “How is this training?”

“Use your brain. If you can get past Maja, you get fifteen-minute break.”

Maja then summoned and hurled a ball of ice from the end of the hall. As it came toward Talia, she activated her boon to get more time to think. Oh, that’s the idea. Talia moved slightly to the left and dropped her boon. The ball of ice missed her by inches. Can’t just use my boon, though. With the next set of projectiles, Talia cast a spell to slow them down and batted them out of the way.

“Good. Maja is pleased. Now let’s see how long you can last. Maja is going to get serious now.”

Just great… Why do I have to get the dodgeball instructor?

Isabella had been working with Petra for over an hour so far. After Isabella got past Petra being a bit down, she was actually quite pleased with the training. Petra was just leading her through choreography. Sure, Isabella was actually holding two scimitars, but right now, Petra was just instructing her on the proper steps to a dance that Isabella just needed to learn.

It was then that Isabella got a notification that she had progressed to level 2 already. “Wow, I didn’t think I would level so quickly.”

Petra said, “That is because you are a natural dancer.”

Isabella scoffed at that. “That simply isn’t true. I’m a practiced dancer. Not a natural one. Getting this good took a LOT of effort.”

Petra replied, “I apologize. I didn’t mean to belittle your efforts in your trade. You do make it look like you are a natural.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment. So what now? Do we just keep going, or does something change now that I have advanced in level?”

“Now I join the dance.” Petra said, pulling out both her swords. “Don’t try to attack me. Focus on continuing to move and parrying my blows. Keep a lookout for openings, but seriously don’t take them. Not yet, anyway. Keep your rhythm and don’t let me disrupt it.”

Petra and Isabella clashed, Isabella dodging and weaving through the sword swings as instructed. She parried one strike after another. She saw how Petra was trying to disrupt her rhythm, but she adapted, realizing the natural steps to take to protect herself. She was doing great until she noticed that Mark and Allie were staring at her transfixed, which caused her to blush slightly and get distracted, which was when Petra landed a pair of strikes, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure and collapse to her knees.

Petra put her blades to Isabella’s throat. “And you’re out. Don’t get distracted. You aren’t like the others. You are out front in the thick of things, but without armor. Get hit and you could be finished in a single blow.” Petra removed her blades. “Up. We are going again.” Then Petra turned to Mark and Allie, “Quit gawking and get back to your own training!”

At that, Allie’s break was immediately over as Slevia started swinging at her again.

Laura was both pleased and annoyed. ASTRID was very good at teaching. She was very technical and precise. She was also very lewd and suggestive.

ASTRID said, “~Oh, Laura~ you are so good at this. Just keep those wonderfully sexy thoughts coming.” ASTRID slid her hands along Laura’s side. She said that she would be ‘optimizing’ Laura’s stance as she practiced, but Laura thought ASTRID might just be trying to feel her up. “~Ah~ how I wish I could embrace our ~Master~ like you.”

Laura had been figuring out how to tap into her different reserves of mana. She could use both to fuel her class abilities, which gave her a massive mana pool for her current level. I bet Merida will have a similar advantage. She apparently got some magic, too. Actually, Talia should have something similar as well. I should make sure to let her know. Laura was mostly trying to ignore ASTRID’s continuous suggestions about how Laura should go replenish her mana pool by screwing Mark in front of everyone. Also, ASTRID’s suggestion that she get impregnated by him as well. Laura was making steady progress, figuring out how to aim and fire her lust bolts as the spell was called. These seem rather inefficient. Maybe they do more damage than my Induce Arousal spell. “Astrid, is there a reason you are having me use lust bolt instead of my other spell to cause arousal?”

“Other spell?” ASTRID asked, confused. “I am aware you have a few other spells, but your class doesn’t have access to any others that cause arousal at this level, Goddess Laura.”

“It isn’t a class spell.”

ASTRID tilted her head. “Show me.”

“I need an actual target, I can’t cast it on the dummies.”

“You may utilize me as a target.”

Laura hesitated but cast Induce Arousal on ASTRID. ASTRID immediately fell to her knees in pleasure. “~OH GODDESS YES!~ I seem to have deployed massive amounts of lubricant. That is a much more effective spell, at disabling someone.” Laura saw ASTRID staring at Mark with both lust and something more in her eyes. Both were gone in a second. ASTRID stood back up. “That does seem to have a greater debilitating effect, but it does much less damage. So both seem to have a purpose for you. For now, though, focus on the lust bolt spell as it is the cornerstone of your class.”

Laura complied and started firing more bolts at the dummies.

Sam was having a blast. Finally, a competent opponent. Sam and the cat-lady, pretending to be a distinguished male butler, were fighting. The cat lady had introduced herself as Little Miss-ter. Sam figured she actually went by Little Miss but was playing her part as a gentleman. Little Miss was relentless but did not penetrate Sam’s guard.

Sam likewise pushed back and took advantage of every opening. She never managed to actually land a blow, as every time Sam got better, Little Miss seemed to as well. Sam thought, She’s holding back. It is impressive that she can match me to this degree all the time. Sam and Little Miss kept this up for hours, never pausing. Sam thought it was odd she wasn’t getting tired. When she questioned Little Miss about it, she got a reply that dragons and dragon knights have very high stamina. Now that I think about it, since becoming a dragon, I don’t think I really pushed myself. Even now, I don’t feel like I’m going all out.

Sam stopped holding back. She noticed that everyone but Sadie and Talia had stopped their training to watch her and Little Miss spar. Sam started to incorporate her tail into her attacks. After another ten minutes, Little Miss held up her hands and said. “We’re done.”

Sam was confused. “What? What do you mean, done? I was just starting to have some fun.”

“You’ve hit level 3. Incredibly quickly, I might add, Lady Irving.”

“Can’t… can’t we spar some more?”

“Alas, Lady Irving, no. It was quite enjoyable, though. My services are needed elsewhere now.” Little Miss walked off into the palace. Sam looked disappointed.

That was until Laura came over and said, “Okay, my turn.”

Sam was both intrigued and unsure about sparring with Laura, but nodded. Laura and Sam went at one another. Sam had expected Laura to try to stay out of melee, but Laura just used her staff to block and parry Sam. Unlike with Little Miss, Laura wasn’t as skilled, but she had greater speed, strength, and a willingness to trade blows, believing she would come out ahead.

Freya had to intervene after five minutes. “Okay, stop you two. If you keep going, one of you will be incapacitated. Probably you, Sam. I don’t think you want to lose a day of progress. Because you didn’t take a break and get healed.”

The two nodded. Mark came over to Sam and said, “Darling, I think I’d like to plunder your hoard.” Mark leaned in and kissed Sam, causing her to swoon. Mark grabbed her to keep her from falling.

When Sam’s brain actually processed what Mark said. She snapped, pushing him away, “Keep your hands off my hoard!” Sam’s outburst caused Mark to flinch in alarm.

“Sam, what’s wrong?”

“I… sorry, Mark. So… I might have started a small hoard. It happened after I got a cutlass from Shar. I thought about it as something to add to my hoard. Creating the perfect hoard is now on my list, too. Sorry about snapping at you.” Mark quickly moved that to her inactive list. “Thanks, that helps a little. But not completely. I still feel protective of my hoard. Also, I don’t know why, but I feel annoyed at you. I’ve felt that way since this morning when you joined us in the town square. Like you had stolen something from me.”

“I don’t think I’ve taken anything from you.”

Freya came over. “Mark, are you sure? Sam is a dragon now. Dragons have a very keen sense of their treasures. Are you sure you didn’t mess with something Sam claimed as her treasure?”

Oh shit. Mark couldn’t keep the guilty look off his face.

Sam saw it and exclaimed, “You did! What did you take?”

Mark held up his hands in defense. “First of all, I object to you claiming that as part of your hoard.”

Sam growled. “Mark!”

“Let me explain.” Mark said.

Freya said, “I would do it fast; dragons take this seriously.”

“Before the wedding, Mary reduced the size of her breasts using Allie’s TF. After your date night with me last round, when you wrapped around me, while sleeping, you… Well, you groped my breasts as Mary and muttered, ‘my treasure’. I thought it was sort of cute at the time that you thought of me as part of your treasure pile. Is this going to be a problem? Because I can already tell you that, I’m not going to reverse that change.”

Sam looked confused, outraged, and annoyed all at once. “But Mary’s breasts were their normal size. Though why does what you are saying ring true?”

“Oh, I see.” Freya said. “Huh, the TF must not cover your treasure lust. Sam, the TF Mary used to reduce her breasts, makes it seem normal for her to be that way. The thing is that dragons know their hoards very well. If you had included Mary’s breasts as part of your hoard, even if you recognize that her breasts are their normal size. You would recognize that your hoard is smaller than normal.”

Sam was glaring at Mark, “I’m not happy about this, but I can’t expect to control how your body looks.” Sam was pouting.

Laura asked with a weak laugh, “Did you really decide that Mary’s breasts were part of your hoard?”

“Not… not exactly.” Sam said evasively. “I currently have two hoards that I’ve started. One is of shiny things. The other is of soft things, mostly very soft pillows. Mary just happens to have a pair of very comfortable chest pillows. Mark, you are also a very comfortable pillow.”

Mark looked at Sam in thought. Well, how do I fix this? It will become a problem if she starts getting possessive about me towards the others. “Sam, I need you to realize something. Even if you want to claim me as part of your hoard, you realize that the others all have a claim on me too, and you have to share, right?”

“Yes, they aren’t trying to take from me. It’s fine. You took from me, though. You reduced the size of my hoard.”

Freya stepped in, “Mark, this will be a problem until you take Sam as your mate. Dragons will not yield in matters of their hoard, with one exception. If they have a life mate. Their life mate is the only individual they are willing to allow to alter their hoard.”

Sam and Mark looked at Freya. Sam said, “Then why do I feel like this towards Mark? I’ve already accepted that I’m going to be with him for life.”

Freya simply said, “You haven’t had sex yet. You don’t have to get married, but until Mark has sex with you, you won’t recognize him as your mate. Specifically, it has to be unprotected sex. You don’t have to get pregnant from it, but assuming you truly do view him as your life partner already, that is what you will have to do to get rid of this feeling. Or Mark will have to give back what he took.”

Mark sighed, “Sam, I’ll compromise here. Midweek at the swap, I’ll revert the change until this is resolved. But if this continues to be a problem, then you becoming comfortable enough to be intimate with me might need to be pushed to the top of the priority list.”

“It already was, Mark.” Sam replied. “But if you wanted to edit the lists so I focus more on it, that's fine. I don’t like this feeling at all. Speaking of that… Mark, could I borrow you for a little bit?”

Freya shrugged, “It’s your training time. Though you should probably heal Laura before going anywhere.”

Mark nodded and took Laura’s face in his hands, causing her to blush, “Oh Goddess, I'd ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but you look more like you ascended from the earth as a queen.” Mark then kissed her. Laura melted in his hands and wrapped her arms around him.

Laura said, “Wow… I like how healing feels. Even if it apparently comes with corny pick-up lines. Hey Sam, unless I’m mistaken about your intent, would you mind if I join you and Mark?”

Sam thought about it, “Okay, that might even be better, actually.” Took off her shield and placed it in her storage, and then took one of Mark’s arms while Laura took the other, and after asking Freya where the bath might be, headed into the palace.

Allie was frustrated; she saw Sam and Isabella improving by leaps and bounds. Sam and I might have had similar training methods, but that cat-lady clearly knew how to match Sam and not simply try to overwhelm her. “Slevia, why can’t you give me any pointers? Petra is walking Isabella through stuff. Why can’t you explain what I’m doing wrong?”

“What is wrong? You are weak. Timid. Simply be strong.” Allie was getting upset. Slevia just kept saying that she sucked and needed to simply get good. “What? Going to let others protect your man? Take him from you?”

“Slevia SHUT UP!” Allie started to go on the offensive, but quickly wound up on the ground again.

“Ha! Maybe I’ll have a go at him. Did you know? I offered Mary a good time. She said, not then. But Mary was curious. Wanted to know if the offer extended to Mark. I said yes. Mary was VERY intrigued. Maybe I stop training you. Maybe instead I go join those two. The ones taking your man. Join in showing him a good time. Show him what real fun is like.”

Allie’s vision went pink; she exploded in fury and lunged at Slevia. Finally landing some blows. Slevia was laughing the whole time. Allie did not relent for a good while, all the while striking at Slevia. After several minutes, Allie had calmed slightly and wound up on her back again. She was still pissed at Slevia.

Slevia stood over her, “Good. About damn time. I guess I should have poked there sooner.”

Allie growled, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re angry. That’s good.”

“OF COURSE I’M ANGRY!” Allie shouted in a snarl as she got to her feet. “Unlike everyone else, you’ve just been hitting me over and over. Everyone else is getting proper instructions, and you just keep saying things like ‘stop being weak’, ‘be better’, ‘get good’, and a bunch of other useless crap! Then you go talk about sleeping with MY HUSBAND!” Allie attacked Slevia again for several minutes until she wore herself down again, which was when Slevia once again laid her out.

“Like I said. You’re angry. That’s good. I’ve been trying to make you angry. Have you noticed? You have landed blows on me. Endured longer. Fought tougher. All because you’re angry.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEN!”

“Ah, yes. I tell you, ‘Allie, get angry. ’ Super easy for you to get angry, right? No. I don’t think so. Part of your class is Feral Berserker. You must be able to be angry. Have a source of anger. Let it flow. You have found anger. When you need to be angry, just think. ‘If I fail. Slevia will sleep with my husband.’” Slevia leaned down and taunted Allie again, “Because I will.”

Allie jumped to her feet and once again attacked Slevia in a fury. Beginning a new phase in her training.