“Charg!” The Marshal swung his blade down and weaved an X in the air.
“Now, listen, all of you.” David said as the Knights in training began to charge towards the wooden chunks of circular wood on the stands. “It does not matter how strong you are or how skillful you think you might be, If you are unable to master the grip of your spear or weapon, you are out of the game.”
They ran, closing up the distance between them in no time. As they came beside him, the line of the eleven Knights in training parted towards his way. One part having the nine recruits while the other half, at the left of David having just two trainees.
He had told them not to touch him in their charge. It had sounded simple enough to them. All they had to do was not to get to touch him. But now that they put it int
