Chapter 62: Identity

"So you don't know what you are?"

Dorian swatted aside a few grey branches as he trotted through the dense forest, his eyes roving ahead of him.

An hour had passed. They'd sparred for several rounds, with Helena giving him solid advice and tips on how to guard and hold himself in combat. Many of the concepts she'd shared with him centered around being aware of his surroundings, on how to properly respond or react to an enemy attacking in a certain way, or other more detailed topics.

Though they'd only sparred for an hour, Dorian had soaked up all the knowledge she shared.

Some of what she taught wouldn't always apply. For example, in his Giant Myyr Dragon form, he would be far less able to agilely use footwork to dodge a blow. He had no doubt that he would pick up some other, larger forms as time went on.

Still, this was the first time he'd ever gotten any actual practice or teaching in regards to combat. He felt tougher already.