Scorpio

Ivan/Van

"Again!" I order, not giving my student a chance to rest. "Do it again!"

He was sweating badly, cuts from where he'd failed to defend on his arms and one nasty one on his cheek. I couldn't be easy on him, and we both knew it. Though he was an excellent sorcerer, he still needed work with his battle skills. He had the potential but was too strong-willed sometimes and refused to listen to my instructions. Usually, he'd train with his mother, who had a better handle on his temper, but that wasn't possible now.