"I'm glad you at least have a weapon of choice selected. Be a very different fight if this was your first time using that weapon"Jacob says, noticing the swaying in Morgan's legs.
"Guess your right about that one. Yeah I do rely on my power a bit too much. There have been times when I've been against the wire because of it". Morgan says gritting his teeth, forcing himself to stand up straight despite the pain hammering into his shins.
"Exactly that's why you need to be able to rely on your body and your weapon when your power is over-strained". Jacob says, hitting his point home.
"So one more time let's finish this spar" Jacob says, bringing his greatsword back up resting the back of the blade on his shoulder.
"Don't hold back now" Morgan says, wincing through his agony.
"Wouldn't dream of it friend" Jacob yells out pressing the base of the hilt in again. Steam continuously pours out of the seams of the greatsword, whistling repeatedly entering the arena.
