"Mhm, that is indeed why you need to be a bit more careful when you do something like that, Nicoletta."
Looking down at the pouting pup, I held back a chuckle and watched as she began to carefully and somewhat morosely sweep up the wooden sword she had been using, her string of vicious and alarmingly powerful strikes breaking the weapon.
It was the third one she had gone through this week, and it seemed to be a rather sore point for my feisty girl since she couldn't help but glance over at Camilla, who was whaling away at her own dummy with a series of very powerful strikes.
And yet despite smacking her dummy around in a way that actually made me flinch a little, Camilla's weapon was showing no signs of cracking and splintering like Nicoletta's had, and that was where my feisty pup seemed to be so confused.
