Haunted Wood I'll be granting your permission 'Cause you haven't got a prayer

All Phillip got a hold of was air. His teeth clicked together and he stumbled forward. Another failed attempt. His ears fell against his skull only to perk up again. What did Valour say? That was.. great?

Phillip turned to face him. It-- it was? He couldn't believe it. That was nothing but a lousy slip up to him. But if that made the warlord happy then he was content, more importantly relieved.

He almost leaped with glee when Valour called the spar off. He pulled through it.. alive! Well, glad that's over. That is, it was over for now. The warlord offered another round, some one on one training. While he stood there bright eyed, Phillip was just about ready to collapse.

He didn't want to do this. He never wanted to do this, but he was in too deep now. Phillip gulped and tried to smile. Uh, yep! S-sure.