Till I reach the end, then I'll start again

Bright Moon split off from the main group of participants in the spar training, following Tiburtius as he had been assigned to teach Razor and herself defensive moves. Her nerves clawed away anxiously at her. She was not a fighter, she had no idea how to defend herself or strike. As Tiburtius asked them if they knew anything about fighting, she briefly glanced at Razor, noticing his also nervous disposition, before looking to their instructor. She shook her head shamefully, biting her lip. She had never been taught to fight.

She perked toward Razor as he spoke up, asking if it would be better if he just ran. She had felt similar, but wouldn't voice it. Only once in her life had she truly tried to fight for something that was very meaningful to her, but she had been defeated and nearly died. She had lost so much that day, and her confidence had been absolutely crushed. She wasn't sure if she could do this, but she had to try. "If you can give me some tips, I'll do my best," she said softly, not knowing where to start with fight training - he would have to take the lead entirely.