Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5543592-20170705235258

Taeris didn't say anything. He'd felt that youthful enthusiasm himself once-- the fierce pride one feels when they realize all the hard hours at work, training, practicing, have paid off. That what you've learned actually works for you, that it's not meant for someone else, but it's something that your's, that you can use.

Once your skill becomes an assuredly thing, when the smoothness of combat gives way to becoming rote, each fight almost mindless in it's execution, and the deaths you cause begin to way on you as a physical burden, that enthusiasm is gone. And it was impossible to recapture once lost. Taeris thought that this was the fate of all warriors, at least those sane, or with a conscience.

He let Ollie have his victory though,  There was no point in spoiling it. The lad would need the confidence if he was going to continue to improve.