The colonel from yesterday, the one with way more muscles than average was present, he had with him many seasoned fighters who were eager to beat some small fry.
How disappointed they were to not have the right to fight either against the redhead, either against the hostile soldier.
Fighting against someone who looked special would always made one shine. Even for a minute. Before they protested, they wanted to have a glimpse of their abilities. Especially for the fanatic who killed two veterans.
To not have any of the fighting rings harder to observe, the public had to sit in the middle of the training field, on a tower-like architecture that was used to assault fortresses, a nice victory totem they had stolen from the enemy long ago.
Today's lesson was about sword, all had a long curved stick in their hands and faced each other.
