Geordie and Charlie are arguing again. We were supposed to be practising our combat skills. Our session has turned into all out civil war. No one agrees with anyone else so we're not getting anywhere save for massive debates which have been going around in circles for days.
"Can we be quiet and start over?" I stand in-between Charlie and Geordie. "Squabbling isn't making us any better at combat."
"Neither are his teaching methods. We can't all swing like thugs."
"I ain't swinging like a thug; it's skill."
"Your skill not ours."
"Drop and give me fifty. You could manage how I roll if you worked out."
"Most likely but that doesn't help Al. Besides why should I change my technique to suit you?"
"Because I can't teach you what I don't know. It's either my way or we quit practising, and
