Sir Peter walked up and down the training room rubbing his chin with his hand. “Okay Bahra, I’ll tell you what we are going t’ do.” He said in a sure voice, “we will do condition training. Princess Teila will you call your sisters to come join us?” Teila ran out the room and came back a few moments later with her sisters.
“Girls” Sir Peter began, “I want each of you t’ pick up a practice sword from the floor and attack Bahra on one of his limbs. So each of you, will have a limb to attack.”
Bahra’s face turned red with worry, “why…w…w…whhhhhhhhhhhhy is this necessary?”
“Like I said earlier. Condition training.” Sir Peter said with a straight face. Bahra stood like he was riding a horse with his arms outstretched, the Princesses on the other-hand held practice swords in there hands like a baseball bat read to be swung.
The Princesses beat up Bahra until his arms and leg shook uncontrollably. The word STOP was held back by Bahra because he knew that he needed to get other his pain threshold, to become the hero that he is destined to be.