“What is wrong with you Jon? That was too reckless of you. You could have gotten really hurt or worse, you could have gotten me seriously hurt.” Ferran said feeling his knees with his right hand to know if he scraped his knees when he was tackled earlier. He was left handed and had adequate skill with a blade. However, facing Jon always left him feeling weak when the fight was over. This time he could see something was making his friend impatient and he liked that, one incorrect calculation, one wrong footing, one wrong lunge or parry, just one wrong anything in this play of swords and he would finally be the one to come out on top. He began walking slowly to the right and Jon began moving slowly to the right as well with the tips of their drawn swords now crossed in contact. They were mov
