Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20190306111007/@comment-25582638-20190307105559

Her new instructor was Hazel, the woman who had mercilessly kicked her ass back in the gym twice and was kicking her around again; this time in the middle of forest.

How... How did this happen?

Why did she have a second instructor?

Answer: Hilda.

Cyzarine woke up to a message from her second cousin, telling her meet up with her new instructor. She didn't remember agreeing to get new instructor, nor meeting one before the contract began. However, she saw no reason not to trust the Engelnacht heiress; thus, she complied. And voilà, it was Hazel who was waiting for her; the woman who had also crushed her nose in the name of “training”.

...

... The older woman must had seriously pitied her skills if she was willing to train her this way. Even so-

Brutal...

It was as though she was sent back in time when the household’s headmistress had always given her special attention; such as faceplanting in snow with boots at the back of her head. But this time she was in a forest, her face on green and brown dry ground without any foot pushing her head down, fortunately.

Groaning, the young Bluthardt planted her bare palms on the cold, moist land, clenching a little as she coughed and spit dirt to the side. She tried to get up, only for her left leg to slip under and kneel with a loud thud. Both of her legs shook and throbbed in pain from their training, feeling as though they were just one step away from getting amputated. Shuddering at the thought, she quickly pushed herself up, and she took a step back while trying to regain her balance.

Aside from the usual scarf and headphones, she wore a now-dirty sleeveless purple shirt with hoodie, leaving her lightly scarred and slim firm arms open, pants, and some boots. Her face is marred with dirt, which she quickly wiped away so that she could see properly.

In the middle of a forest full of Grimm and wild animals, and taking the women’s height and combat differences, Hazel looked like an untamed lioness coldly gazing down at a domesticated feline.

“Y-You don’t have to threaten me like that,” said Cyzarine, panting and staring up with an uneasy expression at the older woman’s hard eyes. She straightened her trembling legs slightly. “Besides… Can we rest for a bit? We’ve been going for two hours.”