Chapter 12: Training II
In the backyard, Simon got into stance as three walkers slowly approached him. Cold sweat drenched his back, his grip on the iron sword tightening.
'I TAKE IT BACK, I'D RATHER NOT FIGHT THESE GUYS!' he internally yelled. He didn't dare scream aloud, afraid it would only bring more to his misfortunes.
They looked much more hideous than the first time he laid eyes upon them. Their rotting bodies gave way to bad childhood memories he wished to forget.
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After leaving the basement, Winter opened up the system shop to purchase an iron sword for Simon. The sword came in a dark brown leather sheath, engraved with breeze like designs that danced beautifully.
Receiving the sword, Simon already began having second thoughts about the whole situation.
One. He was older than the pair, them treating him like this just felt plain wrong. Two. He considered himself a lover, not a fighter. And three. Winter earlier stated that he wouldn't help him under any circumstances. So if a walker really bit him, it might actually be over for him!
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"Good stance, but make sure you aren't too stiff! If you fall, you're dead!" Winter called out.
He wasn't afraid of attracting more walkers, in fact it would be more training resources for Simon. Fortunately there weren't any close enough, other than the ones in front of Simon.
After a few moment of self therapy, Simon managed to calm himself down. When the walkers finally walked into range, he made the first move.