Rykr...
"Swing the axe with all your might. It would develop your core." Vakiyv yelled at Shyva, who swung at the axe but couldn't cut through the tree in one strike. "Harder!" Vakiyv yelled, sighing heavily at how tense her shoulders had become. The next strike wasn't any better.
"Stop." Vakiyv grabbed the axe from her, "You're doing it wrong."
"Probably because you've been training your eyes on me."
Really
"Watch me." He beseeched and positioned himself with his torso wrung to the side and his arms stretched as well. His eyes were trained on the chipped part of the tree. With one mighty blow, he fell the tree. "That's how it's done. You aim and swing. We've been at this all day. Even if it's your first time with a tree, you could do better. I told you life outside the Dome is different. This isn't a simulation."
