Vask landed flat on his back. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, leaving him staring at the ceiling of the Sacrosanctum's training hall with his mouth slightly open. For several seconds, he did not move, still trying to understand what had happened.
A shadow fell across his face. Titania stood beside him with a wooden training sword resting against her shoulder. Her long white hair hung loosely down her back, and the amused smile on her face suggested she was enjoying herself considerably more than he was.
"You look surprised."
"I am."
Titania chuckled, apparently satisfied with the answer.
"At least you're willing to admit it."
