Between Father And Son

Ren, Darius and Felix watched as their father walked to the rack and selected a sword of his own, holding it up for inspection.

When he was satisfied, he walked to the centre of the training yard. "Let me see for myself what you all are capable of. Terence." Ren blinked. "Step forward."

Ren exchanged a glance with his brothers, a smile appearing on his face. It was time to test himself against a Rank 5 knight and see where he stood. 

He might even get a few level up messages from it. All his opponents lately had been well within his strength to handle.

Lord Ross held the sword loosely at his side, staring at his son. "Come at me."

Ren didn't need to be told twice. He dashed forward, his sword flashing as he attacked his father.

The man blocked them casually, not even moving from where he stood. Ren's eyes narrowed as the man kept blocking, a look of what could only be utter disappointment on his face. It was a look that said 'I expected more.'