Makeover

Sweat trickled down my forehead, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I faced off against a girl, my sparring partner, taller yet leaner than me.

Our practice fight had been fierce, a whirlwind of strikes, kicks, and grapples.

I had progressed in sparring.

Gone were the days of stumbling; I had learned to anticipate my partner's moves, my reflexes sharpened by endless hours of training.

Seven moons had passed since the shifting incident. Elara and Leon dedicated every spare moment to my training.

From the sun's peek, to the moon's rise, we trained relentlessly.

It was grueling.

Somedays, my body begged for rest, but I persevered. I made a vow to myself.

Those tireless training hours paid off.

Now, facing my adversary, I felt assured I could hold my own for a few rounds.

We circled each other, awaiting the signal to commence.

"Begin!" Captain Kael bellowed.

I made the first move.

I launched forward, my fist a blur as it connected with her jaw. She staggered but swiftly remained