Willpower

"Hup!" Dorian twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding a striking blow. He tried to lean backwards to avoid the second strike, but slipped slightly, his foot skittering on the rocky ground.

WHACK

"Ow." Dorian muttered as he was knocked backwards, flipping over and landing smoothly. He smiled, however, relishing the pain. Every experience was a joy to him right now.

"You need to keep your focus on your surroundings as well as your enemy. You also need to keep your guard up." A stern, but warm, voice lectured Dorian.

The lean figure of Helena looked at him with a small smile of her own, waving at him to come at her again.

It had been two days since he'd woken up.

Dorian was stuck in his Ifrit form for several more days, waiting on the genetic damage his body had undergone to fully heal. He had already accelerated it as fast as he could, and couldn't make it go by any faster.

The first day, Dorian had simply walked around the city.