No Clear Victor
Maximus tossed the wooden sword at Trenton.
"Have at him," Maximus said.
Despite his loss, he wasn't in low spirits. It made him determined to further improve. He had been relying on speed for too long and getting sloppy facing only monsters.
Henry had crouched down to conserve his energy and hopefully build more. Trenton wasn't going to be an easy opponent due to strength alone. However, he was far less graceful than the commander. Perhaps there was a chance.
Henry stood up and stretched out his shoulder, making sure they remained warm. He had realized that his previously injured shoulder tended to get stiff.
"If I do badly it's because I faced someone before you," Henry declared, cracking a smile. "If I do well you need to go back to training."