Mesiaha walked out after one of Sertoff’s grueling training sessions. Every day now for the past three months, she was forced to do exactly as he said for three hours nonstop. Then she was supposed to practice everything she learned that day, to perfection all day after that. She had no life anymore other than her training. Some days she didn’t even learn anything new, it was the some old boring stuff she already knew since she was kid.
She was aggravated to no end. She never got a moments peace, and Sertoff knew if she hadn’t trained the day before. He knew how long she had or had not trained. How did he know everything? She was frustrated. Nothing that was going on made any sense. Gartan never pushed her so hard to be so perfect. He accepted her limitations. Sertoff accepts no limitations. Not a single one.
She hated him. She bet she hated him worse than Jasylin right now. Jasylin was right about everything she said about him. He was a bully who always had to get his way. Always!
Mesiaha tossed her sword to the ground in anger. What was she going to do about it? There was nothing she could do. Sertoff would always out maneuver her, he was faster, he was smarter, and he was wiser in every aspect of life she was not. She would never win.
She stormed out of the courtyard and headed towards Andrews where Sertoff generally drank after their training sessions.
“Ya know what?” She yelled at him from across the table. “I’m sorry I ever asked ya ta join our group. This is all my fault, an I know it is, but I ain’t puttin up with your bullyin me no more!”
Sertoff put down his drink and stood up to face her, his face etched in anger. “You think I’m bullying you? Trying to make you into a better solider?” He narrowed his eyes at her, “I’m so cruel, trying to make sure you have the skills to save your life on the battle field against the likes of Sterfant Dybin and Mark Chasarue. You think you aren’t capable, I assure you are.” He sat down and took a sip of his drink, “With enough practice.”
Andrew gave her a knowing nod, that indicated Sertoff was right.
She seethed with anger and clenched her fists, as she walked back to the courtyard to practice.
