Folke slowly opened his eyes, and caught sight of the women cradling him in her arms. He'd immediately stopped looking at her and began to rearrange his thoughts ' There is a significant backlash if you die within that realm. ` Folke turned his head and went back to resting which alerted the nurse who had him on her lap. Folke didn't continue it was a plain fact that couldn't be changed the most he could do is not attempt to summon people within his mind realm.
``Are you feeling alright?`` Fabia began to gently touch his head and check his temperature once again.
``Yes.`` Folke did not remember the events of last night clearly, he only knew about the pain that he felt and how close he was to death.
Fabia looked at Folke and frowned ` He went through such pain and doesn't even want to seek help for it?` Fabia expected Folke to have residual pain from his last night's painful contortion that happened to his body. She simply did not know that folke was really fine. She still thought that he should've still had some pain in his body so he assumed that he was lying to her face.
`Why is he lying?` She pulled her hand away from his head and gently removed his head out of her lap as well `There is no way he should be okay at all.. . He should be fine enough for me to leave and get the other doctors to check on him.` She began to stand up carefully looking at folke's back to see if any areas on his body were injured.
Folke was grateful for Fabia's help even though he only remembered the pain. The fact that he woke up on her lap showed that she may have curved some of the pain that he felt. . `I will pay this debt onward and pay that beast back once I get stronger. . .` He clenched his fist in front of his face which went unnoticed to the nurse who had already turned her back on Folke and had begun to leave the tent.
`Strong enough to become a warlord of my own tribe!` He felt his passion rise in his chest and continued `Let's first start by taking this army. . .` He had set a goal after five days within the camp. He felt power surge into him and was no longer worried about planning to get out of the mess of him being most likely executed after they got information from him.
The day went by like this, Folke didn't want to sleep he felt energized and wanted to go out and train his body but was also put into place by Fabia who was still worried about him and because the nurses and doctors weren't allowed to make Folke get out of the tent either. So he resorted to reorganizing his thoughts and eventually losing his energy boost that he got from inspiration.
He didn't go back into the mind palace though he was kind've still scared about accidentally summoning someone, It only took a simple thought and Bo was right in front of him. `Wait. . What do I get if I win against him?`` The thought suddenly pressed into Folke's brain as he was thinking back on his fight with Bo. ` I experienced unimaginable pain when I lost, will I get something good in return if I win against him? ` He leaned into his makeshift bed and began to slowly drift off into that flowery realm again.
Opening his eyes he was surprise to see that he had a sword and shield in hand, and was already looking at Bo who was standing tall 15 ft away from him.
He was scared of Bo but he felt the need to become stronger than him in martial combat, to fairly defeat his past boss and to also move on with that period of his life, his greatest shame that he had to bare with it for the time.
He gripped his sword in hand and shield in the other hand, rushing forward he'd place the shield diagonal to his left side while raising his other sword in his hand right above his shoulder.
Bo moved slightly only moving his one foot back and placing his shield square on toward Folke, who had begun to smile once he saw Bo's stance he had learned in training that to place your shield square on can lead to your shield being flipped or moved around like a door.
Folke rushed forward and punched his shield to the side of Bo's shield quickly, while also cutting down with his sword which was expected to strike Bo's head or shoulder.
Bo shield moved without resistance and Folke eyes began to bulge when he saw that Bo's sword arm rested on top of his shield arm and his sword was already thrusting toward Folke's chest. Folke's sword fell onto bo's sword and was stopped still only the tip of folke's blade made contact with it and it was resting on the point between the crossguard and the sword.
Bo's sword proceeded unimpeded by the strike of Folke toward Folke's face. Causing folke's vision to go black `One move.` Folke thought when he saw Bo's actions.
Folke had lost to Bo within one move, Bo had already predicted what folke already did once he saw his stance change and set up the trap accordingly but he miscalculated and thought that folke would bring down his sword slightly and only the thrust only took his eye.
Even though it was only an eye lost folke was already considered to have lost, He lost his death perception and is going to be in unbelievable pain after his eye was gouged out he simply had no hope of winning after this.
Folke stumbled back and Bo waited straightening his back and smiling at seeing folke's clumsy fall back. Folke gripped his eye and began to try and calm his mind. The pain was seething in his eye and it was unbearable to some degree but he was determined, if he lost again this pain that he felt in his eye would only be a scratch to that kind of pain he feels when he loses mentally and physically.
He gripped his sword and shook his head with his shield almost falling out his hand after feeling the pain and sudden impact on his eye. ``Again!`` He bellowed at Bo and raised his shield slightly above his head while pointing his sword directly at Bo.