Ferno took a sharp blow to the side of the head. While taking too long to recover, his opponent sent him sprawling with another blow to the stomace.
After he caught his breath, "Kark it," he snapped, "training instructors aren't supposed to do that!"
"Well I'm not your typical training instructor then" the well-muscled Devaronian, Blaak answered back.
Ferno just mumbled to himself. Ever since the glorious Commander Kadd had ordered him to sharpen his fighting skills, he'd been knocked about by this economy-sized Devaronian nearly every day. When he found out his training would begin with no-weapon brawling, he protested but his trainer said they'd work their way up.
Give me the Century Arrow anyday, he thought.
When he was in the Arrow he was all by himself, the way he liked it.
"Your finished for the day Valorne." the Devaronian said at last. Ferno nodded and started walking away.
"And Valorne? Your getting better every day."
Ferno said nothing (as usual) and walked away.
Where sky and water meet,
Where the waves grow sweet,
Doubt not, Reepicheep,
To find all you seek,
There is the utter east.