It had to have been near 12 hundred when David paused on his way to his quarters. He was near the large multi-purpose room that served all functions when he heard sounds coming from the dim room. Poking his head in he saw Joe. David leaned against the door frame for a few minutes watching the young man. It looked like he was practicing on the fighting moves that they had worked on this afternoon.
"Joe, what are you doing?" David asked, shouldering his way away from the door.
Joe spun around and snapped off a sharp salute. "Practicing sir."
"At ease Joe," David said, entering the room fully. Joe relaxed a little, wiping sweat from his brow.
"It usually helps if you have another person to practice with."
"Everyone else is busy sir."
"Your form could use some work Joe."
"Yes sir." Joe looked down a little.
"I am not busy, so let's see what we can do about your form."
"Yes Sir!" Joe said enthusiastically.
David guided Joe through the motions of the attacks, gentle in his corrections and advice.
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