Olaf took a deep breathe as he entered the dojo, his axe on his shoulder.
It smelled like battle!
He called upon his friend Thorvald which was near:
-Is this really the school of swordmanship you talked me about? I see people trainning in various disciplinnes.
Thorvald moded
- It is indeed here
His gigantic sword was on his shoulder
- Then let's destiny see who is the best at the arts of arms! COME FORTH, DOJO MASTER!