Kaleeth tried doing what Janius said, and indeed she did succeed a few times. She might have been clumsy with her movements, but there were a few combos she blocked. Regardless, every failure still added to her frustration, to the point that she was disregarding her successes to focus on the times she got it wrong. In her impatience, she started to view herself as hopeless. Kaleeth had not turned in a few days, and though she had a few more left before she would [i]need[/i] to turn, her beast spirit was exacerbating the small amounts of anger within her into stronger forms of rage. As they continued training, she started barring her teeth and showing more signs of her frustration until one failure threw her over the edge. 

"I'm just not fast enough!" Kaleeth yelled, more at herself than anyone. "Why can't I just..." She began as her beast spirit started to throw her into a fury. Grace and agility wasn't working for her, so she fell back on the one thing that had seemed to work so far. She rushed forward and swung her sword at full strength, but whether he blocked it or not, a simple swing wasn't what she was going for. Kaleeth slammed into Janius and forced him into a wall. She ignored any pain from whatever hits he delivered in the process and kept him pinned against the stonework with one of her arms crushing his throat. Looking into her eyes, it was hard to tell how much of her mind still recognized that this was just a training exercise.

Ahnasha felt Fendros grip loosen on her wrist, but as she tried to get up, she found that she had a new problem. His arm was still around her, and he was quick enough to take advantage of it. He tossed her to one side, face-first into the ground, and immediately threw his weight onto her. At this point, she had no leverage. He had a good hold of her arms, leaving her with no way to move them, and she didn't have the strength to throw him off of her directly. She tried to use the sharp claws on her feet to her advantage, but he had seen her try that trick before and prepared for it. She really had nowhere to go, and she tasted a bit of blood on her lip, likely from the point where it became well-acquainted with the ground. "Ah, I think you have this one." She conceded.