I smirk at you. By the gods, I love how these trainees tremble in front of me. I look at you challenging. As you finally charge at me, I easily knock you off your feet, making your land on the ground, which is muddy from the rain. To my very pleasant surprise, you raise up again, finding your grip again. My eyes narrow, as I look at you. Well. I suppose you don't have enough yet. I can change that.
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