Training with Azriel

Chief Azriel might have been the epitome of courtly graces; pleasant smiles, compliments, and all but in the sparring ring in the training yard of the Unity Rock that afternoon, he was a grim-faced killer.

And when he turned those deadly instincts on Naomi...

She had to throw up a shield as fast as possible the second she stepped into the ring because Azriel seemingly decided it would be a perfect time to put her magical reflexes to the test and throw a ball of fire at her.

An hour later, under her training leathers, Naomi's body was slick with sweat. Her breathing came out in ragged gasps as she barely managed to dodge Azriel's fist which came flying at her face.

However, she used the opportunity to slam her right fist into his jaw before he could send another punch at her. Her vicious attempt stunned Azriel for a moment and also made her knuckles sing from the impact.

Naomi took a step back and then focused her attention on flexing and relaxing her fingers to ease a bit of th