Another day, another round of possibly the most infuriating experience Bad had sealed himself to.

“Hold the axe a little lower,” Bad said. “Most of the power behind an axe comes from the handle.”

Skeppy pouted and tossed his axe forward, as he was oft to do not even thirty minutes into their daily sparring session.

“Skeppy.”

“Yes?”

“You have to learn how to spar.”

Skeppy let out a long whine. Bad wished he could do the same.

It was, by all means, a beautiful day in the kingdom. The flowers in the gardens were coming up nicely now that spring had arrived, bringing warm temperatures and a pleasant sunshine with it. The grass had been blunted by some other kindred soul who shared Bad’s distaste for sharp grass (seriously. Sharp grass!). In the distance, the kingdom bustled with activity in the early morning.

“Why do I needa learn?” Skeppy said with a pout. “Techno’s already pretty good at fighting. He can assassinate our enemies; I’ll handle the business side of things.”

“Your older brother can’t be with you forever, you know. What if you get kidnapped when he’s not here?”

“Then I have you.”

Bad flushed. Skeppy sounded way too genuine. “I mean, still. Having some self-defense skills would be ideal, don’t you think?”

Skeppy paused.

“... I’ll make muffins today if we can spar for another half hour.”

“Deal!” Skeppy skipped towards the axe on the ground and moved to pick it up.