I feel like I'm getting stronger. I feel like I'm becoming more than a 'squirt'. Hector runs at me with his sword. I dodge. He's... he's... honestly, kind of like a big brother. He's like my dad but has little respect for me. Not going to lie. However, I feel stronger. He swings his sword forward. I dodge.

"More strength squirt." He says.

"I'm not a squirt." I say.

"Then prove it." He says.

I charge once again. He throws his sword out. I dodge it. I'm not weak. I'm not weak. I am never weak. I throw my sword out. He grabs it and throws me back. I wince as I slam into a log. Ow... how strong is this guy? 

"Come on squirt. Why are you still holding back?" He asks.  

"I'm not!" I yell.

"Yes, yes you are. Never hold back or your enemy will kill you." He walks forward.

His dog creatures growl. 

"Come on! Stop holding back." He slams his sword into mine.

"I'm trying!" I throw it forward.

He dodges easily.

"No, you're not. You should quit." He says.

"No!" I yell.

I charge at him. I swing my sword hard. My eyes widen as I see it slash his chest. Blood splashes on my face.