"You're cold" Vlad says as he pulls his hand back. Bertrand laughs harshly.
"I'm always cold" Bertrand sighs. Vlad looks down at his lap and curls his lip defensively.
"In more ways than one" Vlad replies, trying to hide his emotions, "Let's start training". Bertrand's blunt sword cuts through the air with a whistle. "With pleasure" Bertrand smiles. Vlad reaches for his sword, but is too late. Bertrand lunges forward, Vlad only just getting out of the way. "Are you trying to kill me?" Vlad asks, pulling his sword out.
"Well, I'm not, but someone else might, that's why we're training with swords" Bertrand explains. He lunges again, this time Vlad is ready for it and dodges out of the way. "Good, how about something more difficult" Bertrand says as his sword makes contact with the chosen one's leg. "And you're leg's gone" He jokes. Vlad sighs and shakes his head, disappointed in himself.
"I'm never going to get this; can't I just burn anyone who tries to confront me?" Vlad says as he sits down. "No" Bertrand says flatly, "You fight, or you die". The tone in his voice makes Vlad feel sick to his stomach. "Then let's fight" Vlad says.