The fourth time was harder than the third. The sword on her back was getting heavier. ‘I could run way faster if this thing was not stuck on my back.’
Her back was feeling itchy and her legs felt heavier her eyes were droopy. ‘I wish I could just run straight to my bed in the workshop from here.’
She discarded that idea as soon as it came to her head. There was a big possibility Babak would kick her out and put her back in the arena to train.
The fifth time, she got down she was all drenched in sweat and her body was burning in pain and she dragged herself totally bend over almost touching the ground to the top. Her breath left her body and she almost crawled back up. Her hands on the knees her eyes closed while she bend down and sat on her knees on the ground to catch her breath.