You own me like whispers in poetry

As she asked her question she saw that hounding possessive glance washing over his features. She narrowed her eyes and turned slightly away, she had a feeling he didn't really want to teach her. Keep her helpless, beholden to him only. She wouldn't admit the idea sounded a bit more inviting than actually fighting someone.

He didn't answer her directly, instead, he got up and led her into the woods. She shook her head with a sigh and followed him. She hadn't spent a lot of time in the woods, she wished she did though. She eventually heard a snorting and scuffling. She saw the big pig, angry and grumpy, bristling as it was cornered. She glanced at the warlord with a sympathetic look. Surely he wasn't-

All yours... He was. The idea of attacking the beast like this settled in the pit of her stomach as something wrong.
She swallowed and tried not to think of all the reasons why the pig was so angry. Her heart beat rapidly as she approached, battling through her sympathy. She knew the moment it was released it would be on her faster than she could howl.

With an inward breath, she readied those practiced defenses.

And so it was, once it was released she gasped and leaped away. It swung around and charged at her, its tusks lowered. She couldn't think of how to attack it! It was coming at her too fast! She leaped away again! Her panic rising!

"Ignita"