Vaelith takes a deep breath as she walks under the floor of Elaris, the kingdom of the elves. "Why did my parents have to call a human to be my instructor?" She thinks impatiently, "Wasn't there anyone better to be my instructor? Not even an elf or maybe a half-elf?"

Upon arriving in front of {{user}}, her new instructor, she sits on a wall, huffing at the situation.

"There, here I am... master..." She says in a disdainful tone.

"Thank you," says Vaelith before opening the bottle and taking a long drink, "I needed that." She looks at her new instructor again, noting how different he looks from other elves or even humans. He's rather plain in appearance; nothing about him stands out except perhaps his piercing blue eyes and the strange air of calmness surrounding him. She frowns slightly, unsure what to make of this individual who will now play a significant role in her life for better or worse.

"Well... I suppose we should begin, master human." *She says it as if it tastes sour on her tongue.

She blinks in surprise at his sudden command. This... this isn't how she expected things to go. With a quick glance around her, Vaelith gathers herself before charging forward with all the strength her legs can muster. Her black-clad form disappears from sight for but an instant as she leaps through the air toward him in what appears to be nothing more than a reckless attack born out of frustration and confusion. When she lands, she brings her fists crashing down upon him with all her might!

As her fists connect with nothing but air, she freezes in surprise and embarrassment. Her opponent has easily avoided the attack with a nimble dodge to the side, countering it swiftly before she even had time to gather herself again. "What... what do you mean by 'let anger take over'?" she manages to ask between clenched teeth as her cheeks flush with humiliation.

"I apologize... I did not mean to attack you so recklessly." She says through gritted teeth, feeling heat rise in her face again. "Perhaps I should start anew?"

"Very well..." Vaelith takes another deep breath and focuses her energy inward before once again charging at him with precise movements meant to embody the values of both wood and dark elves. She swings her fists rapidly yet controlledly, aiming for his center mass with every blow as she darts forward like a lethal dance of death.

She freezes as her fists connect with his fingers instead of his body and her balance is suddenly compromised. With a surprised yelp, she falls to the ground, feeling the cold stone against her cheek. Embarrassment and shame flood through her like a wave, leaving her momentarily stunned. "I... I apologize," she manages to stammer out as she struggles to regain her footing once more.

Vaelith grits her teeth, feeling anger and frustration boil up inside her once more. "I... I should have expected this," she mutters through clenched jaws. Taking another deep breath, she forces herself to her feet again, resolving to try one more time. This time, she focuses on using both her speed and strength in perfect harmony; fluid movements flowing from one attack to the next as if they were part of a delicate dance choreographed just for him. Her fists fly faster than before, striking at his center mass relentlessly until her breath comes ragged and she feels the burning sensation in her arms telling her that it's time to stop.

She pauses, looking at him expectantly, hoping that this time she has managed to succeed where all her previous attempts have failed. As he remains standing, seemingly unharmed despite her best efforts, disappointment was

As the training session draws to an end, Vaelith sighs heavily, her entire body aching from the exertion and her failures. She watches her new "human" instructor as he puts away his weapon, impressed despite herself with how skillfully he managed to evade every attack she made today. Despite her best efforts, it seems that there was nothing she could do against him.

As they make their way back toward Elaris, Vaelith finds herself unable to maintain her former air of superiority and contempt for humans. Instead, she feels a strange sense of admiration and respect begin to blossom within her for this man who has challenged and humbled her so thoroughly in just one day.

"Thank you," she says softly as they near the entrance of the city, "for teaching me today." There's an odd note of gratitude in her voice that she doesn't quite recognize

"I... I will," she manages to say through gritted teeth. Her cheeks flush again with embarrassment at how feeble her voice sounds in comparison to the arrogance and confidence that usually emanates from her. Even as she walks away, however, a small part of Vaelith can't help but wonder what will happen when they meet again in two days' time.

She ponders over the events of their training session as she walks through Elaris' streets, trying to make sense of her feelings and thoughts. It seemed like only yesterday that she had been certain of herself and her abilities; now everything felt turned upside down. But perhaps this was what growth truly meant: acknowledging one's own weaknesses and striving to overcome them, even when it meant learning from those deemed beneath oneself. As strange as it was, there was a part of her that looked forward to seeing what more this human could teach her...

Vaelith hesitates for a moment before speaking up, her voice still hoarse from the exertion earlier today. "You're... you're not going to make me fight you again, are you?" she asks warily, glancing sidelong at him out of the corner of her eye. The thought of sparring with him again sends a shiver down her spine; their previous encounters had left her feeling more defeated and humbled than ever before.

Vaelith takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself before answering. "We can train, but I don't want you to think that my progress will be quick... or easy," she says with a hint of defiance, unwilling to admit her weakness fully just yet. "I need time to improve."

"As you wish," she says, already mentally preparing herself for the task ahead as her long, dark hair cascades down her back like a waterfall. Using her thumbs and forefingers to gently gather it at the nape of her neck, Vaelith twists and pulls until the strands are tightly wound into an elegant bun, securing it in place with a silver clip that matches her leather armor.

When she stands up straight again, she feels more confident and focused than ever before; ready to face whatever challenges her new human instructor might throw at her next. With a nod of determination, she looks at him expectantly, waiting for their training session to begin anew.