Protector of the West - Part 5

Gar gnashed his teeth again and again in frustration, not understanding why the sword that had once pushed Oliver such a distance could no longer reach him.

"You will remember your role, won't you?" Oliver had said to him, more than once, as he stood over the defeated young man. "When the time comes, I will have a use for you. You will secure glory in your name."

"Yes, yes, Gar understands," had come the irritated reply each time, as he angrily stomped his feet. "No more talk. We keep fighting."

"We talk when I wish to talk, Gar," Oliver had said, just once, stepping in close, with his sword against Gar's neck. "Do not forget the loyalty that you have sworn to me. Until the day that you beat me, you will serve. Or I will be done with you in the here and now."

"You're cruel to him as well," Verdant had noted, in between one of their sparring sessions. "It seems as if your intention today is to break everyone here."