43 + Gods Help! +

Sworn walked forward and then paced down the line, the ax was firm inside of his palms. When Sworn held the Ax he gave off this aura. It was wild like and feral if someone inside of this line did anything wrong then something would happen to them. Folke couldn't discern what would happen and he wasn't going to be the first see.

Sworn raised the ax and showed the men it ``I'm sure that all of you here know what this is. `` Sworn's gaze past over everyone and stopped on folke ``All of you predators know what it is except the newly born cub.``

Folke felt unbelievable danger. Sworn walked slowly toward Folke and the danger increased twice. Folke now had to consciously control his body for fear of his hand shaking. Since his new starting his new path folke had not felt so endangered before.

The feeling of fear grew intense each step that Sworn walked toward Folke. Folke thought that he hallucinated for a moment. When sworn began to walk even slower Folke could swear he saw a brown bear walking next to him.

He blinked his eyes rapidly but he couldn't see that brown bear again. Sworn stopped in front of Folke and looked him dead in the eyes and spoke, ``You're going to learn something new today little cub and that thick endurant body you have there will help you out. ``

`Sworn speaks differently and acts differently whenever there was an ax or weapon within his hands.` Goldrig looked on from the sidelines with crossed arms. He shook his head silently when he saw his pal walking toward folke `In all honesty I wouldn't want to deal with that side of Sworn either. Hope the kid over there can handle it.` He'd let out a deep sigh.

After Goldrig's short little lament, Sworn spoke to Folke and said `` Go grab an ax over there and sit on the ground.`` He'd raised his voice and turned his gaze to the others and continued ``The rest of you! Go get your ax's and begin your daily sparring!`` Folke and then got to work immediately.

Folke was partly the fastest out of all of them, `That was dangerous, was he going to kill me? What would he have done if I done anything out of line?` Folke wanted to get away from Sworn the moment he started walking toward him with that thing `What was that thing! It looked real! My eyes couldn't of tricked me!.`

Folke thought of this as his hands were the first to touch the axes on the rack. He then walked to where he was before and took a seat right in front of sworn who had pointed the ax handle on the ground. Folke looked up and had the ax directly within his lap.

Sworn looked at folke and smiled his presence had not changed, and folke wished he took a different spot at least a little bit farther from sworn. But it was still bearable to some degree he just had to resist the occasional twist or shake.

Sworn turned toward Scar and motioned for him to raise the ax, Scar raised the ax and the end of the handle pointed toward Sworn the entire ax head diagonally raised. Sworn walked forward to scar and said ``This stance is a strong stance, you can deliver many strikes from this stance.``

He came closer and placed his hand on the handle of the ax, ``You can deliver a thrust with the handle from this stance.`` He continued placing his hand on the blade ``You can deliver a diagonal cleave from this stance.`` He'd then backed up.

Scar performed the thrust first his hands shifting and the handle lifting slightly to perform a quick thrust as scar did this sworn spoke ``To either push enemies away or . . .`` Scar hands quickly shifted once more tilting the handle of the ax down as if it was pushed and delivered a direct powerful diagonal cleave `` To bait any enemy that thinks they can simply push it away.``

Folke nodded Sworn's aura no longer affected him; he was extremely interested in ax combat. `The whole entire thing is a weapon. The handle can be used for many things same with the blade.`

Sworn then said this ``Alright you and me`` He looked at scar as he said this and walked a few distances back you looked toward folke and said ``Watch.``

Sworn advanced forward, his hands were near the middle of the handle and then suddenly it shifted toward the blade and the handle butt shot forward toward Scar. Scar used his handle and attempted to deflect the thrust to the side using it to create momentum while moving the ax for a follow up attack.

Scar moved the handle to the side and down and then saw sworn's ax descending upon him, He moved his to the side and striked as well to stop the strike. Sworn moved his rear foot forward and extended the grip and the two handle grips collided.

Sworn attack struck scar's shoulder causing him to be pushed back, the blades were apparently dull but even dull blades have capability to break bones. Scar's attack as Folke witnessed was simply unable to reach fast enough to strike Sworn. The momentum of the first movement combined with scar's deflection made the ax faster than his.

The entire exchange lasted no more than seconds. Folke however was still able to follow it clearly how? He doesn't know.

Sworn turned and looked at folke ``That is what you're going to practice.`` Folke saw that sworn's grip on the ax had changed again.

`Do you change your grip based on what you're doing with it?` Folke thought as he used the ax to help him stand up. Folke nodded his head once he stood up.

``You'll be practicing with Scar.`` Sworn then walked toward the ax rack. Leaving folke wide eyed and confused.

`Why. . .` He turned his head and looked at Scar. Who had already gotten into his readied positioning. Folke had fought with scar in his flowery realm before with his longsword but this was now a different entity `Gods please help me.` Folke stared into the sky as he thought this.