30 + Folke's determination +

The man opposite of Folke was named literally `Long scar.` Apparently his scar is so long that they just nicknamed him that instead and he took it as his full name because most of the warriors here wanted to make a name for themselves in battle as in these times battle was glorious and filled with undying national spirit for their country… partly in fact it's actually only filled with spirit for the chance to rise in the military and get a high rank.

This was partly the reason why some of the soldiers here have special names indicating a unique part of them that makes them different from the rest. They all long to be recognized by commanders or by the warlords.

Most people shortened the name out of laziness and called Long scar, scar.

Scar was an experienced fighter and got his name and signature scar through warfare, He approached folke slowly and awaited for his opponent to make the first move. His sword was leaning on his shoulder and his rear foot was retracted making scar look over his shoulder at folke the positioning of the guard looked strong.

Folke took steps forward which led into a dash with his sword raised above his head. He'd deliver a downward strike aimed at Scar's head.

Scar took a step forward and unleashed his sword in a horizontal swing above his head, the sword knocked Folke's sword to the side while always hitting Folke on the head heavily which caused him to fall to the ground quickly in one strike.

Scar looked at Folke pitifully and said this ``He doesn't know a thing about fighting with the sword.`` He looked at the training instructor while saying this.

Goldrig looked at the training instructor and said ``Bran , It seems as if I-``

Bran said ``Shush, It's not over yet.``

Goldrig looked at his friend in surprise and turned toward the scene in front of him.

Folke was slowly attempting to make his way to his feet after the headshot, which should've left him debilitated for a few minutes or so. Scar wasn't ready for this and so he took a step back and looked at Folke to get to his feet.

`I need to put on a good show of my power in order to survive this outcome .. ` He was determined to at least score at least a minor hit against his assailant but his vision was already blurry from the first strike, The pain however didn't bother him at all his body seemed to have gotten stronger and it was similar to when someone fell down and hit their head on a hard surface but was still able to get up.

Albeit after a rest of a few minutes of course.

`His sword work needs work, He clearly has no experience in the field even a trained fighter would've defended against that first strike more accurately to the point it didn't fully connect to their head. . .How did he even get up after that strike?` Goldrig nodded his head once he saw folke's act of determination which undoubtedly would make him a very good soldier in the eyes of a few commanders in this camp...

Folke pointed his sword at Scar with his arms straight and began to walk toward scar.

Scar indulged him and took a step forward, and did a quick wrenching motion with his sword to the tip of Folke's sword which made the sword move to the side in an exaggerated motion backward motion toward the ground.

Scar then brought the sword up and around and did a hard strike toward Folke's chest which made Folke fall onto the floor struggling to breath after the second hard strike. Scar looked at Folke struggling and saw him roll to his side and attempt to get up, which Scar responded by gripping the sword by the blade instead, wielding it like a hammer the hilt of the sword acted like its head.

He then raised the sword and swung it down on Folke's back which bypassed the armor completely because this was more of a blunt strike which was used to negate the effects of armor completely.

Folke fainted due to the pain in his back and was left on the ground.

Goldrig looked at folke lying on the ground and said ``I want him, can you vouch for me?``

Bran looked at goldrig and said ``Sure I will always vouch for you but do you really want him? The man couldn't even land a hit on Scar their he ain't special.``

``How many men do you know that aren't afraid of getting hit by the sword and stand up even after getting striked once or twice?`` Goldrig looked at bran.

Bran sighed and then looked at him ``I thought I could make you drop him to give to your long time blood brother?``

``Go find your own, this is a gift by the gods gifted to me!``

``You took the gift for the gods this year and ate the entire bloody meal by yourself!`` .

``The hell you know that was an accident and they forgive people for minor actions! The only reason your still on about it is because you just wanted to eat some with me!``

``How the hell do you eat food placed on a high altar with the gods' names on it and call it an accident? It was clear-``

He was cut off when he heard a burly voice ``What's going on over here?``