If looks could kill, Hunter would have died many times over from Thorn's glare.
"Raise your hand higher! Stop clenching the hilt too tightly, or your swing will become stiff!" Hunter instructed as he tapped the wooden sword against Thorn's shoulder to correct his stance.
He occasionally hurled harsh reprimands at Thorn whenever he made mistakes.
An agonizing hour flew by before Hunter finally called the training to a stop.
He gulped down a cup of chilled water to soothe his throat after all the shouting and talking.
Thorn lay in the center of the room, sweat streaming down his body as his breath came out in wheezing pants.
He felt numb from head to toe. Every breath he took sent waves of numbing pain throughout his body.
Thorn was glad the nightmarish training had finally come to an end, but remembering that he would have to endure this torture for an entire month made him shudder unconsciously.
