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"And a fine morn it is!" said Luke, loud enough so all of the children could hear.

Yoozepode sat down next to the others.

"Today we will be testing your endurance." Luke said shortly after picking up wooden sticks for sparring, "How long can you defend yourself?" he asked, tossing a sturdy staff like piece of wood to Yoozepode.

Then instinct to survive kicked in as Yoozepode realized he was under attack. He positioned himself the way his father showed him, left foot forward. Then one of the other children, Hudge they called him, stepped forward and swung his stick at Yoozepode. Yoozepode blocked this in a swift movement. He ducked, blocked, and attacked.

Sending Hudge sprawling to the ground put a grin on Yoozepode's face. The next kid walked up. No one knew this kid's name, just like Yoozepode. He had a glare in his eye that could make anyone's neck-hairs raise. First the kid stood there, and then he seemed to move like lightning, coming around Yoozepode, he stood behind him. Yoozepode turned quickly around, but only to be hit in the side by the kid's weapon. He got up swiftly ignoring the pain. A certain rage came over Yoozepode...his eyes flared yellow as he repeatedly attacked until the kid was down.

Yoozepode collapsed, exhausted. He turned in his stick to Luke and walked over to the kid he fought.

"What is your name?" asked Yoozepode.