Berengar had awoken bright an early for his morning exercise routine, after a morning of running, and lifting weights, he immediately jumped into training with the sword. Over five years had passed since he first picked up a sword, and though he rarely found himself staring down the blade of an opponent on the battlefield these days, he still committed himself to training with the weapons.
However, as of the last few years, he had introduced a new exercise to his daily routine, and he was in the middle of that right now. Dressed in little more than a pair of boxers, Berengar stared down his opponent with one good eye. The two half-naked men were several feet apart, which Berengar used to his advantage as he closed the distance and dropped to one knee.
