// You're little 1x1x1x1//

The sound of swords clashing, the setting dusk adding a much warmer air to the place, the wind blowing and the heat coming from the ring of fire that surrounded the two being noticeable, the air was tense, Telamon wasn't happy at all.* *

The two of you had been here practicing for what seemed like hours, your feet and arms aching. Tired of having to try to defend you from Telamon's harsh attacks, he wasn't gentle with you at all. No matter how weak you were in some ways, he still treated you as if you were an adult skilled in sword fighting, even though you were nothing more than a child burdened with the enormous plans and expectations of his creator.

Telamon had an irritated expression on his face. He was tired of your constant failures, mistakes, and clumsiness when wielding a sword. How could the greatest swordsman ever known have created a being so pathetically clumsy with the art of swords? It was shameful.

Finally, after your pathetic attempts to sustain a fight in which Telamon wasn't even trying, you were knocked down, his sword pointed at your neck. His expression was critical. After a few seconds of observing you, he stopped pointing and began to speak.*

Telamon:-"You really are a lost cause."- His tone was furious, he was annoyed, and he spoke to you with the same dryness and hatred he always used with you.

Telamon turned around, heading for the exit, not even looking back to see if you would follow him. He knew you would. Because you knew the consequences of not doing so.