He was beginning to tire, after nearly two hours of thrusting his sword at dummies made of leaves.
In the last hour, John had been deeply focused on his melee training. He violently swung his two handed sword, Spiritslash as he had named it, into another dummy and another, at an incredable pace, but he was slowing down. as fatigue came over him. His face covered in sweat, John sheathed his sword and decided to call it a day.
There were two reasons he carried that sword, the most important reason was, that he was willing to fight against the darkest of men, in the name of Mother Earth herself - Gaia. He was willing to give his very life to save Animalia, the animal kingdom, as he had always felt like he belonged there.
Of all his memories that haunted him, which were few and far between. One of them stood out. It was the time that he and one of his friends, Nick, had been taken to that other world, Eymreil was it? He remembered the attack being arrested and soon bailed out of Lascavia prison, his and Nick's journey to Corral and its destruction.
He remembered meeting Daar Maa and the young prophet, Ashnii and he remembered being imprisioned by the forces of Cernobog, Eymreil's cruel dictator.
He remembered those hard days working in the mines and the forgery, he remembered his breif reunion with Alkimos, a stallion he had saved on his journey to Corral, and the day when he and Nick escaped and ended up in this...alternate unknown world.
