Set Off

Achilles spent some time sparring with Sia in the middle of the night, for some reason. It was kind of strange that two people would wake up at that time and start fighting. But he guessed that didn't really matter.

Anyway, as the fight progressed, Achilles realized that he was able to somewhat catch up with Sia's speed. Unlike before when he couldn't even sense her transitioning her movements.

He tried to attack Sia through numerous angles while protecting his weakspots and vitals at the same time.

He was doing quite well at first, but ultimately, Sia increased her speed and he slipped up.

Bang!

The wooden sword hit his hands which caused him to drop his weapon to the ground. Then it moved to his face and he froze in his position.

Achilles raised his hands in defeat.

"I surrender."

The elf put her weapon down.

"You've improved a lot, both skills and power. Keep sharpening them, Mark. I expect much from you."