"Put in more work; you can't go to battle wielding your swords lightly like that. You need to work on your arm to enable your wolf to ease through arrows easily. Come on!" Dylan barked orders at the men, frustrated at how slow they were.

　　Simba pulled at his hair, "sorry for the inconvenience, Dylan. You know, we have never had to train consistently for war. It's why they find it hard to keep up with your own warrior's kind of ability."

　　Guilt fell upon Dylan's ...