Jarod and Samuel stood in the middle of a vacant arena, a sword held in a reverse grip in Jarod while Samuel was speaking the white-haired prince in depth while limp wooden figures littered the arena, there being about twenty humanoid wooden figures surrounding Jarod and Samuel in a circle.
". . .I want you to not use any of your weapons besides your powers. However, since your telekinesis seems to be your favorite, I want you to not use it along with your ice. You can use your other abilities though, wouldn't want to cripple you completely." Samuel ended with a small chuckle.
Jarod frowned and reluctantly parted with his obsidian-colored sword, handing it over to the grey-haired werewolf. "No telekinesis or ice huh? Alright."
