But John couldn't just stand by and watch while his father was fighting. He knew his father was powerful, but the Orc dog was a formidable opponent. Based on the stories he had heard; an Orc dog with this caliber could kill even two warrior knights. His thoughts were racing as he tightly gripped his arms. He had to find a chance or an opening, a flaw he might take advantage of.
Solomon was compelled to veer off to stay away from the Orc dog's teeth. The creature attacked swiftly and continuously. Its eyes turning red, it battled against him; it was plainly in a berserk mood. John seized his moment. Its flank was temporarily exposed as the Orc dog turned to face Solomon once again.
John rushed forward without hesitation, his daggers aimed at the creature's exposed flesh. He slammed with all his strength, his daggers piercing the Orc dog's side deep.
Slashh! Swissh!
With its scarlet eyes gaping in astonishment, the beast cried in agony. It turned on John, its attention switching from Solomon to the tiny boy who had dared to attack it.
Growl!
John froze, panic taking hold of him. The Orc dog's teeth were dagger-like; its size was great. He understood he couldn't confront it head-on. He needed his agility, his speed.
Swossh! Swosh!
His daggers flashing in the sun, he pirouetted the beast, dodging its biting teeth. He targeted its nose, its eyes, any defenseless region he could locate. The Orc dog was furious, its blows growing more frenetic and more hopeless. With its huge feet, it swiped at John, knocking him falling down.
As the creature loomed over him, its fangs bared, he still his resolve and he tightly grips his curved dagger on both hands. John forces himself to think of a way out. A little later, John's explosive action suddenly erupted, and in an instant, he was underneath the Orc dog's belly. The part that is most vulnerable because of the soft part of the body.
He unleashed a combination slash and immediately slid out to the back of the Orc dog. Due to the size of the Orc dog compared to his smaller size, he was able to maneuver around the enemy in just a few seconds.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed, causing the trees around him to tremble. With John's quick movement as he ducked from under the Orc dog, he distanced himself by several meters. When he turned around, he saw Solomon standing behind the Orc dog, his sword dripping with black blood. Solomon used the distraction and the fatal damage dealt by John in that attack to deliver a powerful blow, severing the spine of the Orc dog.
Gwarrrkk!
THUD!
Its eyes fading and body twitching, the beast dropped to the ground. Then Solomon faced John, a mix of relief and worry on his face.
"Are you okay, son? " his voice was hoarse. John shook his head, his body shaking.
He said, his voice unsteady, "I think so, Dad. " Solomon helped him to his feet, his grip firm. "You were brave, son," he said, his eyes filled with pride.
"You saw an opportunity, and you took it." John blushed, his heart filled with pride. Although John has faced tough opponents before, this is the first time he and his father have tackled such a powerful enemy together, relying on their joint strategy for victory.
'But what I'm really curious about is where you learned that kind of movement technique, son?'
John was a little stunned of what his father had ask, he forget about it when he used his high-level movement technique from his past. He can't come up any idea at that moment, he smiled and scratched his head as he looks at his father. Solomon, on the other hand, stared intently at his son, he was somewhat lost in deep thought. After a while, he just ruffled his child's hair.
"Never mind, Let's go son!"
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Following their experience with the orc hound, the father and son went back to their house with a proud expression on John's face and Solomon feeling proud of his son.
Solomon chose not to mention his son's exceptional pace of movement. He understands that everyone, even his own child, has secrets that cannot be forced to be shared. For this reason, he has chosen to overlook it for the time being. If his child informs him, that's okay, but if not, that's okay too. The welfare of his child is what matters. He will benefit more as he gains a deeper understanding of these advanced strategies.
Yet, Solomon recognizes that he still has much to impart to his child, especially considering the upcoming separation as the youngster prepares to attend school away from his direct supervision. That is why he pays great attention to the things that need to be improved in his child.
Even though John is powerful, Solomon recognized that he needed to focus on strengthening his strength. The process was provided by his capacity to control his strength, but precision emerged as the most crucial factor.
The following days, they began their rigorous training sessions again in their yard, where the wind sang of hidden enchantment and the ancient trees whispered in the breeze.
He decided to avoid outdoor training to prevent accidental damage similar to the encounter with the Orc dog, considering the unusual occurrences he had noticed in the area recently.
Solomon commenced the lesson with a firm declaration: "Our emphasis today is on precision, son." Remember that unchecked power is like an uncontrolled torrent that has no path; it is destructive and ultimately useless."
John nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and focus. The polished surfaces of John's two curved daggers gleamed in the sun's whirling rays as he grasped them securely, their sharp edges reflecting the sunlight. Solomon swiftly flipped his wrist, revealing a row of targets nearby, consisting of wooden dolls with bullseyes painted on them, ready for John's precision strikes.
"Here's the task: strike every target, aiming directly for the bullseye," Solomon instructed his child, emphasizing the need to utilize only half of his strength. Instead of being forceful in his strikes, he should concentrate on being accurate.
Then John took a deep breath to help him concentrate. He lunged forward with a burst of vigor, the polished daggers glinting in the sunlight as he aimed for the targets with focused determination. The first target he hit was easily pierced in the middle by the sword. Unfortunately, the target puppet shattered and collapsed upon impact, demonstrating that his force overshadowed the required precision.
"Too much power, John," sighed Solomon. "Try again." "Remember, control."
John went on once again, his head bent in intense focus. He centered his thoughts, controlled his breathing, and shifted in his posture. His third strike displayed noticeable improvement; the target puppet teetered precariously, but this time, the blade found its mark at the center with precision.