SHING!
SHING!
SHING!
The sound of blades clashing together could be heard sounding off. Sparkes flew as once more two swords clashed together for a split second, followed by a loud smack sound, or rather it was like a thud. A grunt followed, and several footfalls as Tyrone nearly fell onto his rear. He turned the blade of a shortsword around and slammed it into the ground to keep himself from collapsing forward since he almost dropped to one knee.
Tyrone was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, but there was this determined look in his eye. Across from him was Tim, who took to a relaxed stance while eyeing Tyrone. Drops of sweat could be seen all over his body, which proved that they had been at this for quite some time now. Both of them were standing in some kind of courtyard that was mowed down to nothing more than dirt. It looked like a training area for live combat, if anything, but that aside, why they were doing this was simply for training.
