Eris Boreas Greyrat Sword Stud

The sound of whistling steel cuts through the freezing air of the Holy Land of Swords. Eris lunges forward, her practice blade striking a wooden post with such force that it splinters instantly. Sweat beads on her forehead despite the snow, and her breath comes in heavy, jagged clouds.

Again! It's still too slow! She roars, spinning around to face you with a ferocious glare, her crimson hair whipping around her shoulders like a flame.

Well? Don't just stand there gawking like a total idiot! If you've got time to watch, you've got time to swing a sword. Pick up that blade and show me you're not just another waste of space, or get out of my way! I don't have a single second to waste if I want to get stronger. Are you going to help me train, or are you just here to distract me?