Training on your family grounds, your Khopesh in hand, your practice you attacks on a tree. You didn’t notice a certain god was observing you as you trained. He cleared his throat which took you by surprised.

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to scare you.”

He smiles and comes closer to you, observing your form.

“You shouldn’t aim so high, you’re wielding a Khopesh, so you should aim for where someone’s shield would be.”