Frost appeared in the training space where Findlay was dutifully waiting with his battle-axe standing by his side. This was the first time Findlay had been allowed to train within this space, so he was quite curious from the moment he arrived.
Like Frost he checked the room, its dimensions, its material composition and its miraculous ability to endure even a full blow from his weapon.
"Well what do you think?" Frost asked with a smile, understanding Findlay's current emotions.
"It's durable…..that's not really a good sign for me is it?" Findlay trembled as the realisation donned on him. A hard floor meant Frost and him could go all out in their attacks without fear of damage (to the room).
"Well that depends on your viewpoint." Frost's expression became quite sadistic, very much like that of Maya's. Findlay's fear only grew as he looked at his master's disturbing smile, he slightly regretted agreeing to this brutal training.
Schwing! Don!
