"Hi." Ern waved his hand.
Axalt did not react and prepared for the contest by placing his hand on the table. Ern shrugged, and they squeezed each other's palms tightly.
"Here we go!" The aide said.
Axalt moved abruptly, and Ern's hand headed toward the table. Axalt gradually drew closer, but the progress stopped when Ern's hand almost touched the table. Axalt looked at Ern in surprise and tensed, the veins bulging on his arm, but it was as if he was trying to move the rock.
"Surprised? You, Axalts, often overestimate yourself. Your physical strength is great and deserves respect, but you are too courteous to the martial arts. It takes might to win!" Ern uttered and, in one motion, pressed Axalt's palm into the table.
"Winner - Ern Lernch!"
"How did you do that?" Axalt didn't understand why he lost so easily. Ern was playing him like a child.
"Fight more, train less. That's the only advice I can give you. Good luck."
