The siege training had lasted for three days.
"Peggy's Spirituality can't take much more of this," Rasul sheathed his Longsword. "We should stop here; if we continue, the kid won't be able to handle it."
"Let's leave it at that for now," Aske nodded, and Nora immediately stepped forward to cradle the battered Peggy in her arms for healing.
"I'm telling you, why does every member of your team seem like a monster?" Rasul asked, the sheathed Longsword resting on his shoulder, "Each one has an unwavering Will, never-say-die attitude, not retreating no matter the pain, and on top of that, they're all pretty girls…"
"Too pretty isn't good either, like delicate porcelain, always worrying that they'll shatter at the slightest touch. It's better to have some sturdy physique…" He licked his upper lip with his tongue, "I'm done playing, it's time for me to go."
"Thanks for that," Aske nodded, "Your instruction over these three days has been grueling."
