The sun dipped low over the Kilvish training grounds, casting long shadows as the clang of steel rang out once again. Kaal stood in the center of the dueling ring, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his neck. Before him stood General Ruke, towering, muscular, his one arm gleaming with scarred resilience. The other sleeve of his military armor hung empty, a grim reminder of his punishment.
Kaal wiped his brow and picked up a new weapon, a massive greatsword. He lunged forward, swinging it with raw force, but the blade felt awkward in his grip. The balance was off. Next, he switched to a mace, its brutal weight too cumbersome. He tried a spear, but his movements lacked the fluidity needed for such reach.
Each clash with General Ruke ended the same. The veteran's counterattacks were precise, unforgiving, and full of battlefield experience.
Frustrated, Kaal reached for a double-headed battle axe.
