Forming a Marital Core

Sweat poured down Nate's face as he dodged Professor Garret's relentless dagger swings. This grueling exercise had been going on since he arrived a half bell ago. Each time Nate thought he was getting the hang of it, Professor Garret would ramp up the speed, forcing Nate to constantly readjust.

Just as Nate evaded another thrust, Professor Garret's leg shot up, his knee slamming into Nate's gut and sending him sprawling. Breathless, Nate lay there groaning, clutching his stomach.

"Couldn't you ease up a bit?" Nate gasped, still gripping his midsection.

Professor Garret's lips curled into a smirk. "You'll be fine. A little pain goes a long way in making you stronger."

[Due to training you have earned +1 strength, +2 endurance, +1 dexterity]

"There's got to be a less painful way to improve!" Nate protested, his frustration mounting at the constant abuse.