POV Valis
"Go easy on the Forry, but if you see them slacking, feel free to punish them a little." Gale shouted to Forren from the sidelines.
Forren had seriously accepted the offer, and he was preparing himself for the sparring session. He had just a pair of sweatpants and had removed his top to avoid ruining it.
"Just how hard am I supposed to go? In terms of chase level?" Forren asked Gale.
"I'd say two; having two opponents who can actually slow you down through other means will probably pose a bit of a challenge to you. Remember that the purpose of this exercise is to..." Gale whispered the latter half into his ears, while Forren simply kept nodding in response.
"Got it." He responded while taking an unusual stance, with his front leg forward, his front right arm extended towards his knee, and the rest of the body aligned behind the front leg.
