There was a stunned silence in the training room as blood slowly dripped from Maya's right shoulder. A few drops, not much more before the wound started to visible close, her fenrir genetics even when restricted to B-rank weren't anything to sneeze at, especially when within the Dungeon's influence.
Frost struggled to keep a straight face, his heart beating a mile a minute, his lips aggressively turning upwards as joy, pride and triumph bloomed in his heart.
After so long he finally managed to reach her, a defining moment between master and student.
Maya was stunned, her mind literally coming to a halt as she felt a slight pain and smelled her own blood. Her mind analysed the events leading up to this shocking result, Frost's initial movements, fast, powerful but predictable. Even with early B-rank strength her hammer should have at least touched the back of his legs, but she missed completely and thus left her open for a counterattack.
