"Alright, Friks. Now you try to attack me using your sword!" Miilo ordered.
"Are you sure Uncle Miilo?"
"Attack me!"
"Alright, Friks will start uncle!"
Friks drew his black sword with a bluish sharp tip.
"Heah!" Friks shouted while swinging his sword towards Miilo and like before there was fire that gushed out from inside his sword.
'Traaang!' the two swords clashed against each other. But only for a moment because then Miilo easily pushed Friks sword away and made his nephew stagger backwards almost falling down..
"Is that all your strength, Friks?! Come on, be serious even though this is just training!"
Friks immediately got up, he shot towards Miilo with a little emotion and this time swung his sword with all the strength he had.
