"Attack me," I say.
She lurches forward with enough power that our blades smash against each other. The noise ricochets on long after I step away. Lira strikes again, repeatedly, and with no real purpose other than to do any kind of harm. It`s the same misguided mistake that all novices make. Attacking with no goal but death.
"Have a purpose," I tell her, blocking another attempt.
Lira`s breath is quick and heavy. "What does that mean?"
"You have to decide what you want. What`s going to cause the most harm and how you can achieve it. You have to think before you attack."