Silvara glanced at the Great Hoe lying beside Lucas, then looked back at him.
"If you truly intend to use that Hoe in the duel," she said quietly but firmly, "you need to think when you fight. A Hoe only has one sharp point at the tip. If the shaft gets struck… it will snap."
Lucas stared at the weapon with a sour expression.
Silvara sighed, folding her arms.
In her mind, she muttered very softly,
Why do I sound like I'm encouraging him to fight with a Hoe…?
She rubbed her temples, mildly frustrated with herself.
Lucas, unaware of her internal conflict, simply nodded. "Alright. I'll think."
Lucas was still sitting there, panting and looking up at the sky, completely unaware that from a distance—from a small hill overlooking the field—two figures were watching him through a brass spyglass.
Aldric lowered the spyglass slightly, a mocking smile forming on his lips.
"Very amusing," he said calmly. "Why is he training with a Hoe?"
