Barrabus Pt.6 - Martial Drills upon the Crimson Beast

I withdrew from the cold garden perimeter and marched back indoors through the screen gap to heed your command. A true warrior never allows their martial reflexes to wither. Upon the heavy bamboo cutting board, I discovered the perfect adversary: a stout, glossy red apple squatting in the shadow of the fruit bowl. Unsheathing the short sword at my hip, I planted my sandals firmly against the wood grain and dropped into a low combat stance. With a fierce two-handed downward slash, I carved a clean wedge straight through its thick rind. Fragrant juice welled in the fresh trench. The drill is executed, and my edge remains lethal.