Chapter 74

Eleanor's p.o.v

"Put more strength into your fist Eleanor and your legs shouldn't be that wide apart!" Clair instructed loudly from afar as the ladies giggled softly.

The kind Clair who seemed friendly and talkative was no longer present, she was replaced by a cold, serious, scary Clair.

She wanted no imperfections and every time I made a mistake she gave me the death glare.

Most ladies were unbothered by that but I was.

"I'm doing my best," I muttered under my breath.

I was feeling tired and thirsty, my muscles were aching because it had been so long since I had practiced.

For two hours we had been training non-stop and the ladies were sweating badly.

Unlike them, I was skilled with a weapon, not in arm-to-arm combat that's why I was struggling.

"Here Eleanor." The lady opposite me who was my training opponent whispered then leaned forward and touched my thigh.

"This leg should move slightly forward while the other one backward." She instructed.

"Thank you," I whispered bac