Eira fell to the ground, hard. Eydis holds a wooden sword to her side and raised her right eyebrow at the young lady.
"We got a long couple days to go." Eydis told her. "We barely even gotten started."
Eira looked at her hands that was red for holding the wooden sword for a few hours that day.
"My hands are sore, Eydis." Eira complained. "I'm not use to this, so it's going to take time."
"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that I'm not battling my brothers."
Eydis extended her hand to Eira and Eira took it. Eydis pulled her up and Eira dusted herself off.
"From the top." Eydis instructed.
Eira sighed before she got into her fighting stance. Just as soon as she was going to fight Eydis one more time, a whistle
