Jorel dusted himself off, his eyes blazing. He grabbed his sword from the ground and raised it, pointing the tip at Axle.
"Again." He snarled.
Axle calmly putting his axes behind him in holsters and reached out with a single finger and lowered the blade.
"That's enough for now."
"That's the longest you've ever lasted against me."
"It's an achievement, you should take a break."
Jorel grunted, his anger still simmering.
"I need to sharpen my skills."
"I can't do that against these other fodders here." He gestured dismissively to the other trainees.
"So… I can handle to keep going some more." He said, while huffing and beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Axle put his hand on Jorel's head and began to playfully rub his hair. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?"
Jorel's eyes widened in outrage.
How dare he touch my head?!
He was so furious he could barely think.
He swung his wooden sword in a fit of rage and then---
---THWACK!
