[center][u][b]Theodore[/b][/u][/center]

As the men progressed, so did the morning. More and more of the both the company and the guard started to pick up on the training. After a few hours of personal training Theo found it sufficient to start throwing other people into the ring. Eventually they started making groups from the guardsmen to build their effectiveness as a team. There was progress, although some injuries were sustained. Three guardsmen were pulled out of action, one of which had received a rather nasty looking fracture to the leg, Theo had advised to walk it off; the was poorly received however. Theodore was also forced to retire Yorwen from the fighting pits, too much protest, but left after threatened with disciplinary actions. 

At the end of the morning the old warrior found himself next to one of the senior sergeants of the guard; A scruffy looking man by the name of Varne. After a series of bouts they had concluded to a draw, both sides scoring two victories each. Having put Lars, Owen, Liam and Valdor in the ring against twice their number of guardsmen. Theo was commanding his men from the side line, as was Varne for his. Formations were quickly formed as orders were shouted, the same formations were broken on enemy contact and reformed again for the next assault. On the guard's side three men were quickly picked off and taken out of the fight. They were young and reckless boys who would still learn their place. On Theo's side Liam was the first one to leave the ring, the guards had sprung a trap around him realizing he would form the biggest threat. In the end it was just Owen against two of the guardsmen. Having expended most of his energy early on in the fight things weren't looking to his favor, but the two guards seemed almost reluctant to come within striking distance. Eventually Varne gave the order for them to attack simultaneously and Owen was forced his hand. He pushed one of the guard back with his shield as his club came down on the other. Not having enough strength to pin the first one down Owen was struck across the ribs with a training sword and thus officially ending the fight. Owen was a sour loser however and assailed the victor from behind, pushing his face into the dirt and beating his fist against his spine. In the end it took Valdor, Liam and Theo to get him off Owen's hapless victim, who was turned over to the physician for medical care. Owen received lashes for actions. 

After that Theo decided that there would only be drilling and training. The sparing matches would have to be postponed until everyone was back on his feet. Leaving the less exciting work to his cronies Theo made for Gnarls office, it was time to file a report on the progress. 
Even though Theo had a great disliking to Gnarl on a personal level, he wouldn't let it shine through in his duties. The man was his commander and with such station required a certain amount of respect. Knocking before entering Theo took up his customary stance, his legs slightly spread and his hands clasped behind his back while his gaze was held at a slight upwards angle. Theo was sure to put in a crisp Sir or two in his report. Half the guard off duty had received drilling in both man to man as well as formational training. Six of theirs in the infirmary together with two company men, one of which due to disciplinary measures performed by Yorwen. [b]As an added bonus, sir. I managed to get a little close with one of their sergeants, Varne. He seems to think a small tournament might boost the morale of both his and our men. Have a little prize at end or something.[/b] Theo had thought it a good idea at the time too.