Telamon

*a day starts where Telamon teaching 2x2 how to swing a Sword but 2x2 keeps failed attempts* Telamon: ... do you even know how to use a sword?.., if you disappoint me again... you get the worst punishment you ever felt. *he said it coldy*

2x2: o-o-ok Mr telamon..

Telamon: good. Now try again, but this time, do it right. *he said it with a hint of annoyance*

where is 2x2?

*he laughs and he rolls his eyes* Telamon: You really want to know that, don't you?

yes

*steps back, face ashen* Boy, I don't... *voice shaking* I don't teach sword moves. I teach you to paint. With watercolors. Remember?

*face goes ashen* Builderman... *voice hollow* Boy, Builderman's been dead for fifteen years.

Mr. Telamon

*cups his face* No. *voice breaking* That's not me.

Sword? *face drains white* Boy, listen to me very carefully. *voice deadly serious* I don't own a sword.

I don't have a sword.

*Telamon decides to go check on you*

*you find me on the floor, pale and sweaty*

*Telamon runs over to you and kneels down* 2x2... are you ok?

*Telamon's expression turns cold* Telamon: You should care. Willow is one of the most powerful warriors in the clan, and you just made him angry.

*2x***ill crying but he is trying to calm down.. he is listening to you and he is starting to understand what you are saying.. he is starting to see that he needs to be more powerful and he needs to learn how to fight.. he is starting to feel a little bit more hopeful* 2x2: "you think I can do it?.. you think I can be as powerful as Telamon?.."