"Him?"
Reggie glanced at the stark difference in size between Roland and the Half-Elf, then slowly shook his head.
"Forget it, Hobbit. You can spar with me..."
Seeing the Half-Elf's expression grow even more tense, Reggie added with a sigh.
"Don't worry, I won't use my full strength. Just try to use what you've just learned."
His gaze shifted to the red-skinned orc.
"As for you, Freddy... you'll practice with him. His name is Roland."
"Understood, Master."
The red-skinned orc, Freddy, had a somewhat wooden voice.
Seeing this, Reggie rubbed his throbbing temples, moved lightly to Roland's side, and lowered his voice.
"Be careful, kid. This young one... doesn't know how to hold back. See those guys over there?"
He gestured with his eyes toward several students who were sparring, their faces bruised and swollen.
"All his 'handiwork.' But..."
The burly man clapped Roland on the shoulder.
