King Liam's stern expression softened as he extended a hand towards the fallen warrior. "You are quick, but your footwork needs improvement," he said, his voice carrying a hint of mentorship. With a firm grip, he helped the young man back onto his feet.
Once again, they faced each other, wooden swords at the ready. "Again," King Liam commanded, his tone unwavering. The young recruit nodded, his determination renewed, and launched another attack. Yet, with a combination of swift movements and calculated precision, King Liam deflected each strike flawlessly.
As the young warrior stumbled once more, King Liam's voice resonated through the training field, explaining the intricacies of his mistakes. He dissected each movement, offering guidance and wisdom. The soldiers surrounding them listened attentively, absorbing every word, eager to learn from their revered monarch.
