One of the Men

[Thor]

As Thor stepped out onto the field he thought about the words he had just said.

"Without control and a purpose, then there is no point"

He had been like Red once. He thought back to the day his father had banished him. His words had been harsh and tempered by compassion. He rubbed his torso on the spot where his father had pushed him out of the gate. Thor shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. He pulled his sword from the ground where he had stabbed it. 
"Who will fight me next! You!" Thor pointed at one of the recruits that had just finished his bout. He had been resting after the fight, but when he saw Thor pointing at him he straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one near him he pulled his sword up and walked over. 

"Are you prepared to face the Thunder God!?" Thor charged the man without waiting fro an answer. He grabbing his opponents sword and drove them both to the ground where he proceeded to bring the pommel of the dull training blade down on the mans chest over and over. The man was wearing the hard boiled leather armor of all the recruits, but even with that the repeated blows were doing a lot of damage. 

"WOW!" An instructor dashed over. "Stop that!" Thor stopped pummeling his opponent and stood up. "This is sword practice, not 'beat the other guy into a bloody pulp' training! Here, you're gonna fight me next. I'll show you how to use that sword proper." The instructor took a stance. "Now come at me."

Thor obliged, running at the man sword raised. The instructor dashed to one side as he charged past. The instructor rapped Thor on the back of the leg. "If this were a real sword you would be missing a leg." The instructor walked over to Thor. "You're strong and tough but that won't save you from a thin blade between the ribs. When you attack move like this. It will leave you less open to counter attacks." The instructor demonstrated.