Asher swung his sword with precision, his movements sharp and calculated. His white shirt clung to his skin, drenched with sweat and rendered almost transparent. The muscles in his back and arms rippled as he executed each strike with brutal grace. His recent fight with Lyall must have left an impression on him, highlighting areas where he needed improvement.
"Say, Captain, is what you said true?" one of the knights asked, breaking the rhythmic sound of Asher's blade slicing through the air.
"About what?" Asher replied, not pausing his relentless training.
"That His Holiness decided to go to the borders with the Saint, and the others escorted them?"
"What part of that was confusing for you?" Asher's tone was curt, his focus unwavering.
"All of it, to be honest."
The group chuckled nervously.
"First of all," the knight continued, "you're the Captain. Why didn't you go with them? And why did you show up two days after they left?"