Tycondrius offered the downed Captain his hand.
"Thanks, LT," Krysaos smiled in chagrin as he got back to his feet, "Y'know... These past few suns, I think I've figured it out."
"And what's that, Captain?"
Krysaos shook his head, "--that I ain't as good at this combat stuff as I thought I was."
"Ah, excellent," Tycon clapped his hands together. "With your weak points identified, you can better hone your training towards improvement."
"Yeah, 'bout that..." Krysaos turned his back, his eyes scanning the battlefield-- hopefully for his next lupine target... "How long... exactly? --is this training s'pposed to be?"
To that, Tycon did not answer.
Krysaos glanced back towards him, "It's... it's in the contract-- that's what you were gonna say, huh?"
"Tss," Tycon scoffed, widening his subtle smile to a mocking grin. "Correct, Brother-Captain. You know me rather well."
