Fighter

***Zane***

“This isn’t working,”

Evan sighs, looking down at me after having knocked me on my ass for the sixth time in a row.

“He’s not attacking, just blocking.You can’t win a fight by just blocking.You need to attack your opponent,” he scolds me, helping me up to my feet.

Aurora bites her lower lip as she tries to think of a new training regimen for me, my self-esteem plummeting.

“You are doing all the right moves, Zane,” Aurora tries to cheer me up, but I find it hard to believe given how long we have been at this.