The rest of the Mavericks Guild had stopped their training and stood outside the abandoned ship to watch the fight despite the freezing cold. They had been focused on their own training when suddenly they were attracted by the deafening sound of two people fighting. Rushing over, they expected to face enemies, thinking their base had been exposed.
However, the only people they saw fighting were their guild master and the new recruit. The two were engaged in a bloody fight, clashing repeatedly. Cracks had appeared on the frozen ground and only increased with each clash.
"The new recruit is not that bad," Cormach commented, his giant shield on his back as he watched the fight with interest. The new recruit was using a sword while the guild master fought with his hands encased in solid rock.
"The guild master seems to be enjoying himself," Nahim observed. "He's rarely this excited."
