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There was something there that the Knight knew would be an issue. If Bok did not understand his commands than it was going to be a problem when the two of them fought together. The nobleman could only wonder how active in instruction Tee-Nee-Tyny must have been at managing such a dullard, but it explained their relationship.
“Bok.” Lucian said the name of the Kroxigor. The massive of muscle quickly turned its attention towards him, the name Lucian had for him being the same as its master previously said. With attention taken he pointed at a tree, “When I ask for you to attack and point at the target, you will strike that target.”
The monster did not seem to understand his words, the cloth that Lucian had given the Kroxigor to wipe his face off now hanging at the end of his jaws.
Really though the words were just for Lucian to get himself in the idea of training the giant monster.
Thinking to himself for a moment the teacher took his scythe and pointed at the tree, “Attack!” And with those words Lucian himself charged the tree and struck at it.
Such an action the man realized was not a good idea. He could feel how brittle the weapon was in his hands as it bent with the threat of snapping upon the impact. It was not hard to take the weapon out, the Knight returning to the Kroxigor.
Bok, for all his oddness, had watched it all unflinchingly.
Lucian pressed his knuckle on the monster and pointed between the two of them, “You do what I just did this time. Got it?”
If the Kroxigor did understand it did not show it. Not a flinch nor a discernment on what it knew. All that was there was a blank expression of a creature studying.
With a deep breath Lucian pointed at the tree, “Bok, ATTACK!”
The Kroxigor gave a roar that quaked Lucian’s mortal soul, sparking that mortal fear as it charged towards the tree and slammed its claws into. A brutal strike was what Lucian witnessed, with the Kroxigor killing the tree in a flurry of splinters and ichor.
Lucian smiled.
