Alfred finally gets to the barracks where the county’s militia has been practicing their regular exercises. The moment they see him they stand to attention clearly noting his presence. Alfred then says, “You, you, and you let’s go,” as he points to three of the militia men standing with the group. His men dred this ritual that Alfred has adopted ever since he became Commander. The three men he pointed to now start to cautiously move towards him. One of the men takes a swing and Alfred is able to duck this punch, the second man tries and manages to kick Alfred on the back of the left leg. He winces from the pain, and with that delay the last fellow punches him on the mouth, which he starts to bleed from. Alfred thinks that he’s getting slower as he gets older. The second guy now wraps his arm around his troat as the two other guys start punching and kicking him. They might be fast but they are still not strong enough he thinks to himself. He then elbows the guy behind him and in a split second flips him to the ground. Alfred stands up smiles and says, “My turn.” He then kicks one of his attackers and quickly tackles the other to the ground. He starts hammering the man on the ground with his fists until he has visibly been defeated. 

Alfred then screams out, “It doesn’t matter if you can land punches and kicks if you can’t immediately take out your oppornent. This was just not good enough.”

He starts to walk away from the group and starts talking to his second in command asking him, “Any reports from the townspeople today?”