Grinding III
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
The repeated sound of swords clashing resounded in the training room as two boys wielded their weapons and fought in a serious manner.
One of the boys, the silver-haired one was finding it hard to properly hold the new type of weapon that he had never used in his life.
On the other hand, the other dark green-haired boy was getting more and more surprised at the quick way his sparring partner was coming to learn the way of swords considering he was just a newbie at it.
They both danced in the room with their swords as the sparks of their battle revealed a marvelous sight.
Gradually, Felix was getting used to the way of handling a sword but he knew that his opponent was holding back and letting most of his attacks divert in the last second.
After a bout of few minutes, his sword escaped from his hands at a strong clash as he fell back on his butt onto the floor.
"Ouch!", he cried out in pain as the hard floor hit against his ass.