You two had been at it for hours. The sun set long ago and he STILL hasn’t made any progress. His lack of skills was almost insulting to you and your art. No matter, he just has to keep trying. Strike you then he could retire for the night. Such a simple task and yet he couldn’t accomplish it.

You let out an irritated sigh as you disarmed him for probably the 100th time that night. He fell to his knees, not making any attempt to move. He sat there hunched over, heaving in exhaustion.