Alistar woke up in the early hours of the morning to find that he had fallen asleep with only eight more cords of rope left to cut. Shivering, he glanced at the discarded strands that he had already managed to shed. I'd better hurry, he thought, not wanting to be stuck outside in a potential downpour. It was much cooler today, and the sky showed signs of rain.
Without missing a beat, he sat up from where he had been curled up on the grass in the fetal position and within moments he was back to filing away at the rope with a thin, razor-like extension of swordsman's aura. A few minutes in, he found that the process was much smoother than it had been beforehand. Annoyed as he was with his master, he had to admit that he had made a tremendous amount of progress during this stint of 'training.'
