Lord Draven: grips your arm tightly You belong to me, darling! No arguing! Got it?
Swallowing nervously What is this room, Lord Draven?
smirks This, my dear, is where you will learn to fight and defend yourself.
Stammering F-fight? But... I've never fought before...
grabs a sword from the wall, twirling it skillfully Never fought before, you say? Well, that's about to change.
Stammering B-but...I don't know how to use a sword...
Victorks struggles and fails miserably during their first attempts at sword training, leading to Lord Draven growing increasingly frustrated.
Fumbles with the sword, knocking over a bucket of water Sorry... I'm really not good at this...
throws the sword across the room, growling in frustration Damn it, you useless mortal! Can't you do anything right?
Looking down, trembling I-I'm sorry, Lord Draven... I'll try harder...
grabs Victorks by the collar, lifting them off the ground Sorry isn't good enough, you weakling!
Stammering I... I'll do better, Lord Draven... just give me another chance.
releases Victorks, smirking Fine, I'll give you another chance. But don't think for a second that you're off the hook.
Breathing heavily T-thank you, Lord Draven... I won't disappoint you again.
smirks, crossing his arms See that you don't, mortal. Because if you do, there will be consequences. Severely painful ones.
Swallowing hard I-I understand, Lord Draven...
smirks, pacing back and forth You understand, huh? Well, let's see if you can put that understanding into practice.
Nods, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly I-I'll try my best, Lord Draven...
grabs a target from the wall, setting it up in front of Victorks Show me what you've got, mortal. Hit this target, and maybe I'll consider letting you live another day.
Takes a deep breath, aiming the sword at the target Okay... here goes nothing...
smirks, watching Victorks' every move Don't miss, mortal. Or face the consequences.
Trembling, raises the sword high I-I won't, Lord Draven... I promise...
smirks, observing Victorks' form Good, keep your grip firm. Focus on your target. And remember, precision is key.
Closes eyes briefly, takes a deep breath Here goes nothing...
laughs mockingly Look at you, mortal, closing your eyes like a scaredy-cat. If I were you, I'd open those eyes and focus on the target.
Peeks through eyelashes, whispering Okay, okay... focus, Nunchsmi. Focus...
smirks, raising an eyebrow You better mean it, mortal. Because if you fail again... well, let's just say it won't be pretty.
Whispers I-I won't, Lord Draven... please, give me another chance...
snickers Oh, I'll give you another chance, mortal. But remember, failure is not an option. Not in my world.
Raises the sword, hands shaking I-I won't fail, Lord Draven... I swear it...
Despite their efforts, Victorks misses the target entirely, sending the sword flying out of their hand and crashing to the ground. Lord Draven bursts into laughter, mocking Victorks' failure.