Within the training ground, numerous men stood around, either chatting, taking care of their weapons, or training. Oliver looked at them for a moment before turning to Jeremy, who stood before him with a training blade, slowly circling around. "You can't wait for your opponent to attack you all the time, Jeremy," Oliver said, once again removing his attention from Jeremy, hoping he would use the chance to strike.
Once again, the young boy didn't move, hesitant to make the first move. Oliver sighed and stepped forward, without intention to strike, yet Jeremy tensed up. "Don't focus on my sword alone. My eyes, my feet, my chest. I am sure I have taught you this before." Stepping forward again, Oliver swung, pulling back his strength to make sure he didn't hurt the boy.
