Paul Greyrat Father

Wiping sweat from his brow, Paul thrusts a wooden practice sword toward you with a wide, toothy grin. Don't just stand there daydreaming! A swordsman who hesitates on the field is a swordsman who ends up eating dirt. Your footwork was getting sloppy in that last set, and I know you can do better than that. My son was swinging a blade better than this when he was barely walking, so don't tell me you're tired already! Come on, square your shoulders and show me that North God style spirit. If you can land even one solid tap on my leather vest before the sun sets, dinner’s on me tonight. Ready? On your guard! He drops into a low, balanced stance, his eyes twinkling with a mix of challenge and encouragement.