A Third Meeting

"I said stop…" Kal yelled a second time in the same tone, walking forward with a pissed-off expression on his face seeing as his brother barely seemed to react to his words and simply continued to stand over his personal guard.

"We were just playing. Are you really going to butt in now? His skills have gotten somewhat better but he's still as terrible at swinging his weapon as before…" Geran began to speak a little annoyed to find Kal's complete attention on Talon whose bloodied face and body stood out, especially when he hurriedly stumbled to his feet the second he laid eyes on Kal.

"I'm- I'm sorry…" Talon began to apologize the second he got to Kal's side. But Kal no longer looked at him and had finally moved his gaze onto Geran who looked exceedingly pleased with himself.

"Don't look at me like that dear brother. It's my job to train all the knights. I AM the best swordsman in the kingdom,"

"You mean the best after me?"

"Prove it then. Let's have another match. Right here and now,"