Chapter 8

“We do.” The cyclops gestured over the side of the platform with the tip of her own blade. She had gotten hers centuries ago from a man who had tried to kill her with it. “You can’t always assume you’ll be in a fight somewhere safe. The small area will force you to be offensive as much as defensive and the platform has been programmed to weave and keep your legs off balance.”

Dana sighed and readied herself. The cyclops had demanded that Dana practice with her at least once a week. Not only was the cyclops a superior swordswoman, but her ability to see the future meant that Dana had yet to lay a mark on her. The lessons were terribly brutal, and always unfair.

The good news, however, was that they stuck. Every day was a chance to learn something new, a memory that was locked in place until—

“Hey!” Lily slapped Dana on the ass with her tail. “You suffer more flashbacks than a bad anime’s filler arc.”

“Huh?” Puzzled at the comparison, Dana