Lyan took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. "Remember, this is a training exercise. Focus on your techniques and control. Let's begin."
The three Valkyries spread out, forming a loose triangle around Lyan. The tension in the air was palpable, each woman waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Lyan stood at the ready, his eyes flicking between his opponents, anticipating their moves.
With a swift motion, Surena launched herself forward, her wind-infused sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. Lyan sidestepped her attack, feeling the rush of wind as her blade missed him by inches. He countered with a quick thrust of his glaive, but Surena was already moving, her agility and speed allowing her to evade his strike.