Emily's mastery of the blade continued to grow with each passing day, her form and movements becoming sharper and more refined.
Morgan started teaching her the elusive dance that Luke had taught him, revealing to her the basics of the deadly dance.
" Like I told you before, you must adapt it to yourself, to your style of combat."
Emily frowned, staring at him in puzzlement.
" But right now, I hardly have a combat style," her friend darkened, her eyes narrowing in realization.
" Come to think of it, I've never taken part in actual combat. So how am I supposed to adapt it to anything?"
Morgan grinned mischievously.
" Exactly! That's why from now on, instead of simply watching from the comfort of the temple's shelter, you'll be tagging along during the hunts. The experience alone should give you a feel of how it feels to put your life on the line. Afterwards, I'll spar with you in the evenings."
Emily reluctantly agreed to the daredevilish plan.
