Folke turned his gaze down and attempted to perform the same stance that Scar was doing, constantly switching his gaze between scar and his ax. But just as the ax blade touched the sky and Folke stopped looking at Scar momentarily when he looked back up he saw that Scar made his move.
Scar advanced forward and did a thrust aimed at Folke's chest. Folke felt his breath leave him and was forced to stumble back with the ax now lowered to the side because of how much it surprised the nooby fighter.
Scar didn't stop his advance and quickly ran forward and used the handle to hook it on Folke's neck, he then pushed the stumbling man forward using the leverage. Causing Folke's direction to change from back to front he regained balance and turned around to look at the scar.
Scar had a serious expression and the ax was lowered momentarily near his groin. He raised it once more and looked at folke saying ``Eyes on me.`` His voice was similar to a growl.
He attempted to raise the ax again while still looking at Scar, `In thought I didn't really need to look at it.. . ` Folke was embarrassed at how dumb he just was.
Folke raised the ax and pointed the handle butt at scar. Scar performed the same movement rushing forward and delivering the thrust aimed at Folke's chest. Folke this time missed his timing and was struck on the chest again but Scar didn't follow the attack up with anything else.
He left Folke to do his panting again and raised the ax once he saw that Folke had raised his. He did the same thing rushing forward with the ax raised and then thrusted the butt end forward but this time scar held himself back.
Folke was not familiar with thrusting or cleaving with such a huge ax, He actually had only trained in single handed sword combat before the war and he had only improved his longsword combat from not knowing how the stances to. . . knowing how to strike with it and still not knowing the stances.
Folke still tried his best and attempted to move the handle butt to the side but then saw a flash of light in front of his eyes. He blinked once and saw that Scar's ax blade had hooked on his ax.
He looked at Scar and then felt a sharp pull causing the ax to leave his hand and then within a swift motion Scar raised the ax and jabbed it toward Folke's chest. Folke stumbled and fell on his butt after that.
Scar looked at Sworn and then looked back at Folke.
Sworn saw how it all went down, Folke this time successfully moved the butt to the side but Folke failed to transition his movement to a strike in fact folke only frantically waved his handle and accidentally struck Scar's handle.
`It's clear this boy needs some help but he was able to move the handle to the side at least.` He shook his head and sighed as he said this.
Folke stood up and he and Scar continued their sparring, which mostly ended up with Folke being hit and struck many times on his chest. Shoulder, and leg. Scar abused every single opening that Folke let up which gave Folke an idea `This is similar to my fight with Bo… I abused an opening and he made that opening into a trap.`
Folke was drenched in his own sweat making him appear as if he was just recently in a pool. He was also pale as well…The only thing that wasn't tired for folke was his head. He was able to think clearly even though he was within a very bad situation. He piled that up all to ` The system gave me power and this is one of them.`
But before folke was able to continue on with his new plan Sworn raised his hand and shouted ``That's all for now! Go back to your little piles and sleep!``
Sworn walked forward and pat Scar on his back, In comparison again with Sworn and Scar. Scar was not even sweating at all he must've used the entire training to teach folke all of the weak points and all of the things he was doing wrong.
Sworn looked at folke and said `` How do you like my disciple?``
Folke raised an eyebrow and looked at Sworn with an even more reverence gaze. He had already admitted that Folke was a better fighter than him in the beginning and now he simply thought `He made that monster? Then how strong is the master really?`
Folke looked at Sworn and said ``He's strong.`` He didn't want to say more.
There was no reason to say more, Sworn most likely knew how strong his disciple was and wanted to hear folke say some more praising and admiring things about his disciple.