Part 8: Pain

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Abbreviations in this chapter:
(Y/N) = your name
(F/F)= favourite food

⚠️warning! This chapter has mentions of blood!⚠️

⚠️warning! This chapter has mentions of blood!⚠️

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|Y/N POV|

Xiao dodges another one of my attacks and trips me. I fall on the floor with a loud thud.

"Ow" I groan

"Your technique is sloppy and unrefined. Mind telling me why you're suddenly so coarse" Xiao scolds

"I can't help it! You've been sparring with me for days now"

"You fought in the archon war how exactly can one opponent be more difficult?" He deadpans

"You have more experience than I do. Or did you forget I was abandoned in a realm?" I glare

"Get up. We'll try again and then we can go rest" he sighs

I groan as I stand up and get in position.

"Now try attacking me again at least try to land a hit"

I lift my weapon slowly, watching him for a moment. His foot is pointed outward, meaning my best bet would be to attack from the left.

I move quickly, sprinting toward him and as he dodges, he goes to the left.

I plunge my weapon forward but he jumps, I knew it wouldn't be so easy. I quickly move my weapon above my head as to deflect his plunging attack.

When he finally comes down his footing is unstable. I take this opportunity to lift pillars up so he can lose his balance.

He falls and I point my weapon towards his neck. His eyes widen for a moment before he scoffs.

"I thought I was too difficult."

"You could never be too difficult. Now get up I wanna get food" I say as I stretch my arms

"Help me up"

I hold out my hand for him to grab. And he gets up.

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I quickly walk over to Verr with Xiao slightly behind me

"Hey verr, can we get almond tofu and (F/F)?" I ask

"Of course, I'll have those sent up to your rooms if you want"

"No that's alright, you can give me both dishes I'll give Xiao's food to him"

She simply nods and walks over to the kitchen

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