Training Through Combat.

William led Fir into the dimly-lit barn.

"Welcome to your real training grounds," He chuckled as he shut the door, engulfing the place in darkness.

"I can't see anything " He muttered to himself; his eyes were useless in the pitch-black darkness of the barn. Without his supernatural powers to guide him, he was like a blind man stumbling around in the dark.

"Swoosh. "

He heard a sound and before he could react, he was hit by a fist that sent him crashing to the ground. Pain shot through his cheek like an electric current. 

"Dammit!" he yelled in frustration as he realized what was happening. He scrambled to his feet, but before he could take a step, he was struck again. The darkness made it impossible to see the attack coming, and his body was still too slow. Despite his growing experience, he still lacked the speed and agility necessary to evade his unseen attacker.