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Scar charged forward with his sword raised and brung it down into a diagonal cut, Folke took a nimble step out of the danger and returned with a cut aimed at Scar's side as well.

Scar moved his sword to the side which was still pointed toward Folke and blocked the cut with a thrust to Folke's face. The sword clashed together which made a large thunking sound of wood against wood touching, Scar's sword slid up Folke's and the cross guards of the sword locked Folke's sword in place.

Folke saw the thrust coming and took a step back and got struck straight on the chest which made him go into a stumble raising his sword.

Scar saw the movement of folke and rushed forward raising his blade into the sky and then performing a vertical cut toward folke's head. Folke raised his sword once more and supported the blade with his other hand.

Folke then felt a hard heavy hit to his arm instead, he blinked momentarily and had seen that Scar had changed the vertical hit and turned into a horizontal one over the head. He abused folke's thinking and pushed forward.

The strike landed on the arm which supported the blade which, fell limply to folke's side.

Folke quickly pivoted on his feet to one side and jump rolled forward, which he intended to use to gain distance away from Scar's fast charging attack. With the sword in one hand he'd roll and slide his leg behind him rotating his hips turning around quickly in a kneeling crouching position.

He searched for scar's positioning and he saw nothing but then he felt something, He felt something hard pressure into his side which sent him sprawling onto the floor holding his side again. He looked to the sky and saw Scar holding the sword like it was a hammer again looking at folke with mocking eyes.

Folke held his side, and laid on the ground thinking `Fifth match and I think I'm doing better already…` He was breathing heavily. His clothes were torn and bruises and cuts were all over his body.

In the late second round Folke realized that if he continued to rest on the ground his wounds slowly healed, how much time it took in the real world and the flowery world he didn't know… It felt like he had been here now for some time now…

`If i were to guess I've been in this world for about 12 hours.` The injuries he got were strong and also little every time so he waited until they only bruised and then got up after some time… the wounds that he received in the beginning are in fact still healing.

`I should stop and go check up on my real world body, see if It's healed or not…But first things first. I need to see If i can leave or remove him from the world. .. If it's like Bo I'm afraid I might be here for days.`

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He closed his eyes and then opened them. He felt warm, he looked around and saw that he was completely wrapped in bandages all around his head and all around his torso. He heard a voice ``You must have a thick skull, huh?`` He recognized the voice almost instantly, it was Fabia's bedside manner.

She saw folke reflexively tighten up when she was working on him and thought that he was awake so he asked him a question. He nodded his head, being unable to see fabia he didn't attempt any movement to look at her.

``You are unlucky, you got hit twice by them.`` She was currently changing his torso bandages and affixing some sort of reddish green ointment onto the new ones and wrapping them around his torso.

He nodded his head once more and he didn't see any way of starting a conversation with her. She saw that her conversation with folke was not gonna go anywhere at all so she just stopped attempting to talk to him. She assumed that her talking was bothering him and she didn't want to be rude to him.

After finishing up her bandages all over folke's body she got up and left the tent leaving another nurse to tend to folke, which was consisted of only just watching him to see if he was in any pain of any sort and relieve it for him by adding an ointment that Fabia had made for her patients.

Fabia soon came back and entered the tent, heavy footsteps were heard behind her and a man with a bald head and a beard came in shortly after her. Not as if folke could actually see the man who wore a tunic and trousers but if he was able to see the man he would've recognized him easily as Goldrig in normal clothing.

Goldrig sat down next to folke and said ``You're strong, kid, very strong.``

Folke heard goldrig's voice and looked in his direction and said ``Thank you.`` He didn't have any disdain for goldrig putting him up in the hospital because.. He thought inside of the flowery realm one time that `If they do kill me, I shouldn't show resentment toward them because they were after all right.`

Goldrig then scratched his head and said ``Lets get right to the point, I want you to join my troop.``

Goldrig didn't add the part `Or I'm going to kill you.` Because he wanted folke to join with his own free will he didn't want a forced apprentice; he wanted a good soldier who would listen to him.

Folke paused and was surprised and said ``Yes.`` immediately he didn't even hesitate he thought `This is my only way to get out of them executing me! `

``Oh!`` Goldrig didn't expect Folke's eagerness and chuckled then asked ``Was this a long time dream of yours or something?``

Folke stuttered ``Y-Yes! I've always wanted to join the army!`` Folke was internally embarrassed that he was so eager to take the opportunity for his freedom.

Goldrig laughed and got up ``We're going to be moving the army tomorrow, I'll keep you in my carriage while we go.``