Assistant Assassins

Milk stared at Guin, her expressionless deadpan settling in over the field. Then Milk spoke, turning away.

"No."

Nobody she had trained thus far had been able to have the same training as her. Nobody had the strength.

@"Kyros"

Milk continued her path, glancing at Guin as she continued to follow her. Milk would finally stop at her log pile, the huge hunks of petrified wood arranged in a pile, set into the earth because of their weight.

"Lochlanns training is for Lochlann. Just as Bears training is for Bear. All of my students have different methods of training. Being small has nothing to do with it."

Milk turned to face Guin again, her arms crossed across her chest. "Why do you want training."

Milk blinked, though her gaze never left Guins face. "It would be possible to give you Lochlann's training. You would not get the maximum benefit from it. If you were to receive training from me, I would tailor it so that you would receive the most benefit."

She deadpanned, before turning to the petrified logs and lifting one up, holding it in a fireman's carry.

"Do you have any further questions." She asked, turning her attention back to Guin.

Milk stared at Guinevere for a few moments, before the woman set the log down.

Well, not set. She hucked it behind her, leaving it to slam into the ground with an earth-shaking thud. It certainly was heavy.

"It is not my decision. If you wish to see Lochlanns training sessions, you must ask him and get his permission." Milk had crossed her arms again, staring at Guin with her big brown eyes.

Milk continued to stare at Guin for a moment, watching as the girl disappeared into the forest. Bear ambled back up to Milk and grunted, sitting on his haunches.

"She was strange, indeed." Milk said, picking one of her petrified logs back up to resume her training. "Resume agility training Bear." She ordered, before giving a passing glance back to the forest.

'Guinivere Haze...You've peaked my interest. I will be sure to ask Lochlann about you, providing you do not show up at his next session.'

Milk thought, before shrugging. She took off through the forest, balancing the log on her back. She'd think about it more when she was finished.