sniffle A REVIEW! hugs .: Shade :.
Anyway, this chapter I didn't particularily like, mostly because it feels too OOC for my liking. Still, I'm satisfied.
Stan rubbed his forehead as Mr. Kevin left. It's going to be a long day. "Next!"

In walked a large man. "Sit down, sit down."

"I'd rather stand, thank you."

An uncomfortable silence. "Okay. So...your full name?"

"Sir Duran of Forcena, Knight of Gold, Commander of the King's Army."

"Er, I just needed your first and last name, not titles."

"Um..." More uncomfortable silence. "Just Duran, I guess."

"Okay then, Duran...hey, wait a minute, did you say you're a commander?"

"Damn well I did."

"Then why are you here for a job?"

"Well with the entire world at peace there's not much to do with an army, now is there?!"

"ACK!" There was a smash. "Please put down your sword! How the hell did you sneak that past security?!"

"I didn't! They just let me in when they saw this! Now are you going to help me get a job or NOT?"

"Please calm down!"

There was a grumble and a sigh as someone slid what sounded like a sharp metal object into a container. "I am calm. Now what?"

"Well, first do you have any prior work experience?"

"I've been in the army for as long as I can remember."

"And how long is that?"

"Very long."

"Some years would help."

"At least five?"

"F...but you're only nineteen?"

"Well, yeah."

"And you're a commander?"

"Yes."

Silence. "So I guess leadership is one of your skills, huh."

"I guess so."

"Great. Any other skills you have that I should know about? Anything special?"

"I'm a swordsman."

"Um...I see." He paused, unsure.

Then: "Would you like a demonstration?"

"Um..." He saw the warning look in the other man's eyes. "Sure..."

"Ha!" More metal. More smashing sounds, more breaking sounds, more destruction and meyhem. After about five minutes, what Kevin had left untouched was now in shreds.

"Okay, Mr. Duran," said a very, very small voice. "I see. Well, I think I might have a job for you."

"Oh! What is it?"

"It's a fencing instructor. This particular company only needs a part-time one, so it won't interfere with your duties as the commander of the army."

"That was fast."

"Eh-heh...now, I'll send you details later tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure. Thanks, Mr..."

"Just call me Stan, Sir Duran."

"Right. 'Bye!"

The door slammed. Something fell and crashed.

And then there was a groan. "They don't pay me enough..."