Joshua parried the next thrust from his father. "Ah, come on, stop goin easy on me!" He smirked, sweat running down his face as he blocked blow after blow, occasionally landing hits, but not often. He ducked down, sweeping his right leg towards his father's ankles, to try and knock him off his feet, but he easily hopped over it and drove the wooden sword straight at Joshua, stopping it inches from his chest. "I believe I win, again." His father smiled. "That's good against most enemies, but it also leaves you completely open to a counter-attack if you fail. Best to play it safe, no?" He put his weapon back on the rack, and Jordan soon followed.