"Start."
Torren didn't hesitate this time.
"Thank you, Commander."
Then he moved straight into the training area.
The moment he stepped in... the first attack came.
Fast.
A projectile shot from the side.
He reacted late.
It clipped one of the dummies.
"…Tch."
He adjusted immediately.
Next one..
He blocked it.
Not clean. But enough.
From outside, Ryn watched closely.
"He's slow on the first read."
Arthur finally spoke,
"He'll adjust."
Torren moved again.
The boulder swung.
He stepped in front of a dummy and braced.
Impact.
Heavy.
His feet dragged slightly across the ground.
"…Okay. That's heavy."
But he held.
Barely.
Then arrows came.
Multiple.. And at different angles.
He shifted.
Blocked one.
Missed another.
A dummy behind him took the hit.
"…Not good."
He repositioned quickly.
His movements weren't smooth yet.
But they were faster than before.
Each attack forced him to think.
To move.
To react.
Not just stand.
Lyra watched in silence.
