31 + Talk +

``Oh? Sworn, It's nothing we are just having talks about that boy over there.`` Bran did a fake smile, and pointed over toward the unconscious folke that was simply lying on the ground while Scar stood above him scratching the back of his head.

``Ain't that the kid that we captured from this burnt down pigsty?`` Sworn had a great black beard with knots tied inside of it, he also had his hair tied in a bun.

Goldrig grimaced slightly and said ``Yes, he's from the village here.``

Goldrig and Sworn looked at each other with one having a disgusted look while the other had an almost amused look momentarily before sworn continued ``This piggy should've died in the fire with them a long time ago,`` He looked at the kid momentarily before saying `` So are you just gonna kill the kid or are you knocking him out first before handing that idiot to my wolves?``

``No we're not handing him to your wolves today.`` Bran spoke

``Today? Doe-``

Sworn was cut off when goldrig spoke `` It means were thinking about it, so go f**k off kindly now would you?``

``Ain't that a fact…`` The conversation soon got awkward and cold when Sworn and Goldrig looked at each other. Sworn soon turned around and walked away after some time of staying in the awkward silence…

Bran looked at Goldrig and sighed ``Come on mate, you didn't have to go as far as to tell him to f**ck off now did ya?``

``The man is sick in the head, he thinks he can feed anyone that's not important to the dogs he just did so to two of my men last week on the trip. Why? Because they were hungry.`` Goldrig raised his arms into the air and continued `` The idiot treats us like we're… Idiots and food for his pet dog.``

Bran looked at him and nodded ``You got a point their mate…Now about that boy.``

Goldrig calmed down and looked at him ``Yeah yeah, I'll allow you to teach him some bits of...whatever the hell that you teach again?``

``I teach the spear, and I'm also going to forge his body.``

``The hell do you mean by forge a body?``

``What do you think I mean by forge a body? Think I'm gonna put him in a coal pit and light the f*cker on fire?``

``. . . .`` Goldrig stared at Bran.

``F**k you! Go pick up your son over there and send em over here once he's healed, I'm gonna give him proper training unlike that improper sh** that you call training over in your camp.``

Goldrig couldn't deny Bran's words, Goldrig can't train or teach anyone properly he mostly sends almost all of his soldiers towards Bran for proper training and then inputs his own little training which were of course just sparring matches where they learned through experience.

With folke of course he's going to try to get into specifics when teaching him the techniques and stuff.. Well that is if folke actually accepts being accepted into the army here.

``Alright, but he's joining my troop.`` He'd walk over to folke and hoisted him up on his shoulder with ease.

Bran looked at Goldrig disappear into the camp with folke over his shoulder, he then turned back toward the people who he was training who were still sitting on the ground waiting for the next part of the lesson to start ``Alright, Get your A**** up time for the next part of the training.``

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Goldrig walked into the medical tent and looked around and found a nurse which of course was Fabia who took folke away from Goldrig and placed him back in the bed again.

``Inform me when he wakes up, I need tell the kid something.``

Fabia nodded and continued to find the wounds on Folke's body which were bruises and some cuts which had formed because of the impact of the swing tearing away his flesh.

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Folke rested on a flower bed and was able to see another benefit from this flowery realm, even though he was knocked out he could faintly feel his real world bodies conditioning right now which means that he could know if someone attempts to sneak up on him when he's sneaking… `If i train this well enough at least… Wait can I even train this and if so how do I train it?` He shook his head and then continued `I'll need to ask the system… If it tells me anything actually.`

Folke made a sword form inside of his hand, it was a longsword similar to the one that he had just used in the battle to fight scar with `It's clear that I need to learn sword techniques and fast if I want to stand a chance at leaving or escaping.`

He wasn't able to hear the conversation of them recruiting him into the army `If I can use the sword well enough I could possibly fend off their attacks in the night and escape!` He was of course trying to trick himself into a possibility that he might be able to escape.

He got up and began to think `If I can form Bo in this space and spar with him, Can I do the same and get that man I fought in here and just do the technique I saw him do to counter my first strike.`

Folke stood up and attempted to think of the man appearing and simply teaching him the technique. He then heard two footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw scar looking at him with a mocking gaze, longsword in hand which was leaned on his shoulder casually.

He readied his sword immediately and turned toward him in the most natural stance he could think of. The sword near his groin pointed horizontally down.

Scar laughed at him and charged.

Scar raised the sword above his head and did a downward strike, which Folke easily blocked by raising his blade horizontally.

Scar pulled his sword back and it blurred, turning almost in a circle and struck toward Folke's exposed gut, Scar took a large step to the left side near Folke while doing this.

Folke pulled his sword down and began to take steps back, his eyes were focused on Scar's blade and how to block it when he felt a large force touch his chest.

He looked up and saw that scar had only one hand on his blade now, and his other hand was jabbing Folke's chest. `Wait, no!` Scar quickly grabbed Folke's forearm and then pulled him down toward the ground with his sword hilt raised to the air in his opposite hand.

Folke tumbled to the ground letting his sword go and delivering a weak punch to his attackers face, Scar simply ate the punch with his cheek and continued onward he struck downward with the hilt of his sword onto folke's face which made him dazed.

Folke closed his eyes and began to attempt to cover up his face, flailing his limbs wildly about when he felt the pressure on his chest disappear. He looked up and saw that scar had stopped his attack and was now waiting for Folke to stand up once again.

`Wait it worked? I thought I failed!` Folke was relieved that he could somewhat control the people in this flowery world well enough for them to actually be set to a more practice friendly mode… Of course the hilt to the face was unnecessary but it was better than having Bo appear and have your guts cut out while you're still alive.