Zhelimir dodged the strike swiftly and appeared behind his father who he knocked over the head with the hilt of his sword. "That's a win for me father."
Zander chuckled before sheathing his sword and taking a seat on a log that wasn't too far from where they were standing. "I'll admit son, you've gotten much better at this than me, I yield."
Zhelimir sat next to his father and sighed in exhaustion, even though he had bested his father in this round it had still taken a lot out of him, the man was still as good of a fighter as he was in his youth.
"Is the princess not joining us today for training?" Zander asked his son while sipping on his water canteen, "she is usually the first one here."