Chapter 133: Adelaide.

I almost forgot how hard training with Cain is.

His sword hits mine with unbridled force and sparks fly whenever we clash. Cain is relentless and unpredictable in the way he attacks and I barely keep myself from falling victim to the blade he wields.

His fighting style is sleek, almost flud, and compared to him I'm like a baby on two left feet.

My sword flies out of my hand again and a pit forms in my stomach as I hear it embed itself into the nearest tree. Cain’s sword is at my throat again, so close I feel a simple exhale would have my skin splitting open like butter under the attack of a knife.

“Dead again Adelaide.”

I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming. Screaming will do nothing to salvage my situation.

“You’re using too much force on me. How do you expect me to beat you?”

The words come out of a place of frustration but they sound right when they’re out. Cain retracts his sword and cocks an eyebrow up in question so I let it out.

“It’s unfair that I get to practice with