My Bloody Revenge

Ever since that day three weeks ago training has been put into her day to day life and made into a new routine. Mornings consists of running and afternoons are mixed with cardio and weight lift. At first there was only running and cardio but as Lyra made more progress things were added and recently Lydoran introduced weights. On last night's run Jaze said it was time to stir things up again by adding some street fighting into the mix. Lyra has never ever fought anything in her entire life and got a bit scared. When asking to be trained she never really thought through what it meant and how much effort she had to put in. Every other day Lydoran adds new things to the route they're running making it longer and harder since some part is up a hill. Some days he even alters it completely and drives them to a stone filled path were getting a good footing is nearly impossible. Those days she can get beyond frustrated but never does she complain out loud. She uses frustration and anger as her fuel, just like both of them has suggested. Getting dressed today she's ready for a good run in the woods together with both of them. It's rare for both Jaze and Lydoran to have days off at the same time but she always welcomes days like these. In the afternoon she will have cardio with Lydoran first then weights with Jaze and in the evening it will be her first-time training fighting. Jaze is going to be her sparring partner and training dummy while Lydoran instructs and shows how to do it the correct way to avoid injuries.

"Are you ready for another mile, love?" Lydoran asks the moment she step foot outside.

"You added another mile!" she exclaims in disbelief. Her previous motivation is slowly draining now that yet another mile has been added. In total they're running three miles. "Can I get one break in there somewhere?"

"Yeah, about halfway. We're stopping at a lake for some stretching, water and maybe a swim even. But we run the entire way back.” Jaze answers.

Nodding Lyra does some warm up then follows Lydoran. They start with a slow jog where each fall into their own rhythm. Only thing heard are the muffled sound of footsteps and controlled breathing. Each in their own state of mind. The path leading to the lake was smooth surface with easy grip, mostly flat with little roots and stones in the way.

"Last one in is a rotten snowman!” Jaze screams and increasing his pace as they near the lake. "Why a snowman?" Lyra laughs as she tries to run ahead of Jaze.

"No you don't!" Lydoran shouts back and full out sprints. He passes Lyra with ease but gets tackled to the ground by Jaze. Landing on his ass with a surprised expression Lyra once again passes him to which he only laughs. He didn't see that coming

"Serves you right for cheating.” Lyra teases when he finally catches up. "Now you have the pleasure of being a rotten snowman." she laughs.

"You would never have succeeded without the moment of surprise!" Lydoran shouts out to the goofy looking Jaze who plays around in the water instead of swimming. The man in question only stops long enough to wave in a silly way then continues whatever it is he's doing.

"Are we going back the same way?"

"Nope. We are more or less running in a circle. The other way has a rougher terrain with more hills. Good for legs and stamina. All this training is not only for self-defense, love.”

Both are looking out at Jaze.

"What more is there?" she asks intrigued by his statement.

"Preparing your body for the transformation. In order to become like us your body needs to either be on the brink of death or strong enough to handle the change. When near death your body is too weak to put up a fight and when trained properly you are strong enough to handle the venom without collapsing.”

"Has anyone died during a change?”

"You want me to answer that now and truthfully or wait until after?” Lydoran looks at her with

a crocked smile when answering her question with one of his own.

"I think I'll wait.”

"Clever girl." he teases. "Let's get going."

After shouting at Jaze to hurry up they starts tackling the last miles. This time keeping a slightly faster pace with a full-on sprint the last few kilometers. Lyras legs turns into noodles and burns from the harsh treatment. Her entire body is aching but in a good way and come tomorrow she won't be able to move properly