"Well... that was quick, but it's for the best." Gisle muttered.
"How did you do that...?" Agnes was puzzled.
Osvald's movements seemed simple, but Agnes could not counteract him.
"Hmm? I just knew how you would act. You have pretty good technique, but you're very predictable. There's no point in quick strikes if they don't reach the target."
"More."
"Hmm?"
"I want to try again." Agnes said seriously.
Osvald shrugged, "Suit yourself, but I have one condition."
Agnes looked at him, puzzled.
"If you can't throw a single punch at me, you become my apprentice. I'm curious to see what kind of fighter you'll turn out to be."
"But... I'm not sure..."
"Go for it." Gisle suddenly said, "Would you miss such a chance? Go for it."
"Got it."
"Fine, then, I'll start this time!"