I slammed a hand into the soldier’s chest. His armor rang and I shook out my wrist. It really wasn’t fair to train with normal soldiers with our Shifter abilities once we reached puberty, but I needed to beat something, so I’d asked for volunteers and made them suit up. I always got my volunteers. There was always some i***t that thought they could beat me because I was small. And a girl.
It was like my mother had taught them nothing.
The soldier charged me again, and this time, I ducked his sword arm before kicking the back of the joint of his knee, knocking him forward. I heard him grunt as he overbalanced and hit the ground, hard, but his friend was rushing me, and with teeth and claws extended, I ran at him, snarling with all my pent-up frustration. The bang of the door distracted my
