Cedar Sweep knight of flowers

Crack!

The clash of broadswords rang out across the woodland as a wolf charged at a thick-trunked tree, a whippy branch brandished in his jaws. As a Knight, it was his duty to keep his skills sharp and his body ready for whatever this journey might throw at him and, chest heaving with the effort of an afternoon well spend, Galathiel skidded round and lunged with a mighty growl.

Snap!

Again, his neck twisted as he struck with enough force this time to snap his weapon. He watched the broken branch clatter at his feet, satisfied with his efforts, and collapsed against the rough bark to catch his breath. What now? A darn good nap, he thought humorously, and slid to the ground panting heavily.

@Xenon!