"I had to grow up fast if I wanted to make it out of childhood. I had to learn to fight from an early age... somewhere around eight years old, if I remember. I had to learn or I'd get killed in a bandit raid... or get carted off by slavers looking for young women to sell." Leona threw in more information about her past, dropping a big hint as to why being referred to as "my girl" by the Warlord had resulted in such a displeased reaction. Again that was nothing that would put her or anyone she knew in serious jeopardy. What Medeia asked next did have a chance of putting someone the Wizard Saint knew in peril, so the blonde decided to make her hostess play a little guessing game.
"Yes, a member of my family did teach me how to fight." Leona answered without telling the Dark mage exactly who was responsible. Her father Samuel was an absentee father who had left the family to go on a trip when she was fourteen, leaving her, Leonidas, and Sophia to live in her home village. The living situation had remained that way until she was sixteen and forced into exile.
She did not tell Medeia that her mother Sophia and older brother Leonidas were the ones to teach her, though "teach" was too generous a term to use in the case of her mother. On more than one occasion her older brother Leonidas had had to twist their mother's arm to get her to teach Leona anything, even the basics of what would become the Wizard Saint's Wind Strike Magic. As a result Leona's training was best described as "half-assed." Leona had become so strong that against most opponents her lack of focused training did not matter because the blonde could and did compensate for that flaw with speed and power that allowed her to overwhelm most opposition, but against someone intelligent like Medeia speed and power were just not enough to permit Leona to win.
[Post Word Count: 454]
[Leona's Word Count: 7,102]
[Total Word Count: 13,882]