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Sweat beading on her forehead, muscles shivering with the strain of manoeuvring under the weight of Kyo's chest plate, Yuya spent a good hour at dawn practising routines that were normally second nature to her. Armours were our partners, Yuya supposed. A fighter needed to learn to yield their defensive properties as evenly as a weapon and earn their protection.
Not that this was any way anyone should be taught, she griped, as the slight displacement of the plate forced her to tighten her already abused core before she toppled over from just trying to lean into a light stretch.
Hi all, I'm so sorry for the delay. Years of writers block and life getting ahold of me! It seems the pandemic has helped me find inspiration (in the middle of the havoc it has caused to the world). I hope you are all well and safe.
