text: "Done," you say.
  
  
  Olive extends a hand, which you grip and shake extensively. Castus extends his hand, which you grab, but he twists your arm around, causing you to yelp painfully. He kicks away your foot and sends you to your knee, before bringing his sword up to your throat.
  
  
  "Dead," he says with a smile.
  
  
  "Well shit, Castus, what's wrong with you?"
  
  
  "What? I was just preparing him for fighting. I thought we were supposed to be training him. First lesson, kid: trust no one. Now, get up."
  
  
  Olive offers you a hand, smiling.
  > You get up yourself
  You try to stand up, but Castus kicks you in the stomach again. You groan and collapse onto the floor, before Castus puts his foot on your head.
  
  
  "Second rule: the first rule is bullshit. You know who doesn't trust anyone? Bastards like Kyros who ends up with no loyal friends, no allies, nothing, and then end up alone, with no one. If you want to survive in this world, you need allies."
  
  
  Castus offers his hand to you, which you accept. He pulls you up, before kneeing you in the stomach and tossing you to the ground.
  
  
  "Come on, you're not learning. First rule: trust no one. Don't you listen?"
  
  
  "I was going my the second rule," you say, groaning.
  
  
  "Sometimes, the first rule is more important than the second rule," Castus shrugs.
  
  
  "How the fuck am I supposed to tell the difference between which rule to us?" you ask, annoyed.
  
  
  "Beats me. When you find out, you'll be the most powerful warlord in history. Until  then, you just go off gut feeling and intellect."
  
  
  "Seems like a shitty system," you say, as Castus finally lets you stand up.
  
  
  "Seems like a shitty world you're in. That system is the best I have to offer. Now, rule three: in hand to hand combat, go for the weak spots. The throat, eyes and balls are always good, but when it comes to half these fucks, I'd stick to the eyes, because past that, I don't know what you have left. Observe."
  
  
  Castus flips his sword so he holds the blade, wrapping his sleeve around the blade so it doesn't bite into his fingers as much. He steps forward, swinging his sword with insane speed. The pommel slams into your throat before jabbing you in the eyes, leaving you to stumble backwards. You quickly close your legs together before Castus jabs the pommel into your groin, and you collapse backwards with a pained yelp.
  
  
  "See? Effective," Castus smiles. "Rule four: you can win through many ways. Pain submission, incapacitating them, or simply taking their lives. Judge which can be used to take down your enemies. For instance, in your case, pain is the way forward."
  
  
  You're growing tired of being hit in the face. As Castus steps forward with his sword raised, you decide you're going to do something to dissuade him from continuing to hit you. 