I had only one chance to do this. If I fail it might be the death of me. My master thought I was preparing to block his attack but no, it was entirely different strategy!

I ever so slightly tilted my iron shield, trying to estimate a 45 degree angle while the giant furry brute was charging at me.
“Ngh?!” That was the response I was looking for.

He swung his sword at me prematurely and I backed stepped, I could feel the wind of the sword near my neck. My hooves were right at the edge of the stony circle.

I gathered myself in an instant and sprinted between his legs.

“What in th- AGH!!” What he found below him was a sword through his leg. It went straight through the other side!
I tried to pull it out of his leg quickly but then the unthinkable happened; it snapped in half!

I wasn’t taking the chance of staying there and finding out what he might do next so I pushed on the floor as hard I could with my back legs and skidded a good 10 hooves away from him.

“Haha, zmart Tekk, zmart. You really had me going zere for a zecond… but I’m not beat yet!” He threw his sword outside of the stone circle and gripped the broken blade on his leg.

My eyes narrowed as I figured out where he was getting at.

“Oh you can’t be serious.” It took me a lot of effort just to land one hit on him, not to mention my chest is still bleeding out. My limbs felt as if they were burning from the inside, my head was starting to throb no doubt due to the blood loss.

There, a blacksmith known as Steele knelt. At first glance he looked defeated but in my eyes he was getting ready for the pain. The pain he was going to inflict upon himself and then soon… me.

He quickly sighed and pulled the sword from him leg. He then started to lumber towards me, the broken bloody sword at hand. Due to my poor craftsmanship it was only sharp at the tip and getting duller as it went down, the bottom of the blade was practically round! He knew this fact and held it near the base.

“H-h-hey! That’s not fair! I don’t have a weapon!” I quickly said when he was about 5 feet away from me.

“Oh Tekk, war izn’t fair, learn to adapt my ztudent.” He raised the broken blade in the air, ready to land the finishing blow.
“NO!” I have come too far now just to let everything go to waste! I will join the army, I will stop the invasion, and I will find peace for my country!!

I gathered the last of my strength for a final assault.

He swung the blade and I blocked it with the shield. The blade got lodged in the wooden part of the shield and took this as an opportunity to unlatch the shield from my left hoof.

Planting my fore hooves firmly on the ground I bucked the injury on his leg as hard as I could! I heard something pop.

“Ngh!” My master fell to his side as his leg suddenly gave in to his weight. As he hit the ground he lost grip of the sword and dropped it.

I got up and walked over to the sword that was still stuck to the shield. I was going to regret this in the future but I bit the bottom of the sword, and with my forelegs placed on the shield I yanked the sword out.

The pain in my gums was maddening! I had only used my mouth to carrying light objects such as plates and cloth, and never used it for hard labor.

I nearly dropped the sword but kept my composure.

I hopped on Steele’s chest and pointed the sword at his throat.

It was finally over.

“Heh… you did good Tekk. Konzider this your first real battle… dat you won.” He flashed me a smile.

Ugh, I didn’t feel victorious. It took me a minute to sum up everything that just happened, blood was everywhere, my mentor’s leg was most likely broken and my hooves were stained with his blood.

The feeling made me want to vomit.

War was supposed to be a lot worse than this… the thought scares me to the core.

“The rezt of thiz veek we will take the time to heal and feast! Kongratulationz, you are now a pre-trained zoldier. The training they give in ze army is garbage compared to vat I’m about to teach you next.”

This raises my curiosity but does not take away the guilt of what I had done to my mentor. Also now that I think about it he is also the guardian that has cared for ever since he found out my parents have passed.

The tears were welling up in my eyes as memories that I had not noticed started to surface within my mind. He has given me shelter, food and water, training, and most of all; his love. He raised me as if one of his own and I repay him with his own blood!

I dropped the sword to the side and buried my face into his large furry chest, crying.

“Ah, I will be fine. Don’t vorry about it.” He tried to comfort me but it didn’t help.
I know what I have done but I don’t know how to make up for it. I just wanted to lay there in his fur while we lay there in the stone arena.

“Tekk, *whistle* eyez up front.” He nudged my side to get my attention.

I looked up at him, my face a complete mess if not my mind.

“I kan zee your kinda having a moment but if it’z not too much trouble kould you grab the bandagez on the table over there before we both bleed to death?” He let out a weak laugh.

A/N Thanks to SugarPesticide on pointing out a lot of major flaws on my story. Ill try to make it better as we go along. As always R&R.