"Come here, kiddo," Urmas roared, extending his arm. "Let me show you the ways of a true warrior!"
Without much nonsense Ash who was sweating buckets in nervousness lunged forward, and like before attempted to strike Urmas with a clumsy swipe.
Urmas, with an almost comical ease, sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and precise, and let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the silent forest.
"Aye, good spirit! Just lack the real guidance," Urmas chuckled his voice gravelly with age, placing a meaty hand on Ash's shoulder. The weight of his hand sent a jolt through Ash's body but before he could react or make a bit of distance Emma's playful voice sounded in his ear again.
"Look kiddo, fighting ain't just about rushing in blindly and waving a pointy stick around. It's about being like water, flowing around the blows."
