yet my blood renders me a King
Sah pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh, sending a silent prayer to Safrin for patience. "None." His eyes meeting Trinket's he restated his earlier lecture. "When it comes to weapons, you train. Meaning you attack training dummies.." He pointed to the straw and wood ones on the field, "...or you spar non-lethally with someone. That's what we're doing today. Training is not meant to result in an actual death."
Hoping Trinket understood, Sah used his telekinesis to bring the dummies to them, encircling them around the duo. "I'm going to use my magic and have one at a time come at you. You won't know which target it is, until it moves. Your job is to hit it with your axe with a strong enough blow to make it stop moving. Got it? Once you get the hang of it, we'll start aiming for the dummies' heads."
Assuming the Demigod agreed, Sah flicked his wrist and a dummy on Trinket's left began to surge toward her at the pace of a fast walk.
Hoping Trinket understood, Sah used his telekinesis to bring the dummies to them, encircling them around the duo. "I'm going to use my magic and have one at a time come at you. You won't know which target it is, until it moves. Your job is to hit it with your axe with a strong enough blow to make it stop moving. Got it? Once you get the hang of it, we'll start aiming for the dummies' heads."
Assuming the Demigod agreed, Sah flicked his wrist and a dummy on Trinket's left began to surge toward her at the pace of a fast walk.
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