Jon hissed in pain as he clutched his bicep, now coated with warm blood, his armor and sleeve slashed open. If it didn’t hurt so bad he might’ve been impressed. Out of the recruits for the nights watch, he not so humbly thought himself the best. However the stares of the men on him now told him otherwise.

He looked up, sat in the dirt, he had a scowl on his face. It was sparring, there was no need for blood shed.

“That was unnecessary.” He said through gritted teeth.