"What's wrong with fighting me?" I ask Koroth pulling out my blade swinging it and bringing it hard through the dummy.
"How many of these do you go through?" he asks gesturing th large piles of dummy of to the side ready for when I need a new one.
"I think the largest count was 89 one week" I say trying to remember leaning on the hilt of my sword. "I mean I would prefur a proper opponent but non come to my standard"
"And that is why you wish to fight me?" he says. I smile.
"Of course. I dig out a dog biscuit and toss it across the training field. Lillie runs to get it.
"So Koroth of the Night will you except my challange of a fight?"