Ghash had sat in silence for some time. He still didn't know how long, but he knew it had been a while. The guards that watched him traded out now and again, but there was always someone there, just silently watching him. He'd been hungry and tired, but now he was simply tired. In his experience, after a few days of no food, you stop feeling hungry for a while. He supposed that should give him a basis to gauge by. Regardless of how badly he needed to eat and drink, he wasn't going to ask, he would just wait.

He then heard as footsteps approached. Ignoring the steps which told him little, he recognized the smell of the man who had come to him before. The man stared at him wordlessly. Seeming to be thinking. Ghash was trying to gauge whether the look meant he would die or not, but when he said nothing, he grew suspicious. Finally, he said a simple, "You're a soldier?.." after a moment, Ghash nodded. "No real information, nothing really useful to say, but that was never what you offered was it?" he continued. Ghash remained silent, unsure what there was for him to say. The man then turned from him and whistled, summoning two other guards to appear. "Bring him." he said before turning away. The men entered the cell, their eyes fixed on him as they harshly led him by his bound arms. He followed freely, half curious and half suspicious what this meant for him.

They led him up stairs, through stone corridors, to a door that led him to what he presumed was the outside, and that is where they stopped. Aragorn stepped out, closing the door. "Háma, how many men are free at the moment?" he asked the man that stood waiting in the training yard. "Um, thirty, I can trade them for others later." he said, "Good, that's a good start." Said Aragorn. "Get them out here." he said. "Yes, Sir. But are you sure this will help us?" asked Háma. "No, but if we're careful, it won't hurt." he replied. Háma nodded then turned, calling the men to him.

They gathered round in a semi-circle, at attention, preparing for standard sparring practice. "Men," began Aragorn, "These are desperate times. Desperate times call for desperate measures. We won't be training you this time. Instead, I have a prisoner. This prisoner is a servant of Saruman and the dark lord. I want you to spar with him, and learn how to fight him." at this the men turned to one another, muttering their surprise and concerns. "Now I don't want any of you killing him. The king feels he may be useful further. That being said, he is unreliable and potentially dangerous. If needs be, defend yourself. Understood?" he said. The men whispered to each other but gave no argument. Aragorn then turned and walked back through the door.

Glaring at Ghash, he spoke low and clear. "This is your one chance. Make one wrong move, and I will kill you myself." Ghash met his gaze but said nothing. Aragorn nodded for the men to take him. The door opened and they pulled him out. Ghash immediately closed his eyes, recoiling from the light. His race hated the sun to start with, and he hadn't been in light for some time. The men, upon seeing him, gasped and whispered warily to each other, watching him like a wild animal barely tethered. Ghash had to open his eyes to watch his footing as the guards on either side of him dragged him forward.

With a final harsh shove, the guards left him in the center of all the peering eyes. All was silent, as everyone watched him, waiting to see if he would suddenly attack. Ghash stood, hunched, glaring through the light at each man that peered at him. Slowly his eyes recovered, and he began to turn, looking around himself. Behind him stood Aragorn and four other men, all waiting to put him down. And ahead of him stood a long row of men in equal anticipation. Ok, what was he meant to do first? Well, he wasn't going to do anything bound like a rabid dog.

He turned to Aragorn, who was watching him curiously. He held out his bound hands, wordlessly making his recommendation. Hesitantly, Aragorn approached him with the keys, unlocking the shackles, and untying the ropes. The rest of the men looked to Aragorn as if he had lost his mind, but said nothing. Ghash rubbed his raw and bloodied wrists, flexing his fingers and stretching his arms. He stood to his full height, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He was in rough shape, but the newly acquired mobility wasn't to be sniffed at.

He turned back to the men, who took a step back as he did. Moving his eyes from one to another, he slowly gauged his next move. They wanted training? Then they'd get it. He obviously couldn't train them like he would an Uruk, but a little bit of directing would do them some good. Standing straight, and holding his head up, he folded his hands behind his back then he turned to the men. "I am Commander Ghashnaga of Isengard." he said, making the men jump in surprise! For the wild beast to suddenly sit up and address them caught them off guard. Most of them weren't even sure he could talk till then!

"I am here to prepare you for the war you shall face." He said as he began to slowly pace. "I am Uruk Hai. My race know no mercy, nor benevolence. We find pleasure only in battle. We have no fear of death, we thrive on the sound of war drums, and the scent of blood. Fear and intimidation mean nothing to us. We are bred for war, trained from birth to kill to an art. My goal is to see that you survive this war. In this, I shall fail." he said, concerning the men and raising Aragorn's eyebrow with suspicion. "But, you have one thing my race does not. You have a cost. My kind are only concerned with the fight. They care little if they die, and they have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose. Your home, your women, your children. Everyone you have ever loved depends on your victory. That is your goal, to protect them. Remember this above all else. Do this, and I shall do all in my power to see as many of you live to see them again as possible." he finished.

The men remained mistrustful, but Aragorn found himself a little surprised. Not Bad, so what next, Uruk. Ghash then stepped to the man at the head of the line. He stood only a few inches from him, looking over his face. The man tried looking anywhere other than in his eyes, growing uncomfortable, his mind telling him he should attack, but his body remaining still. Ghash then moved to the next, putting him in much the same state of mind. He did the same, passing a few men before he stared at a young man, then turned away, giving a simple, "You, come." the man was hesitant, but Aragorn nodded. Ghash stepped to one of the men, looking to Háma. "I need a blade." he said. Háma looked as though he were about to protest, but Aragorn told him to go ahead. Visibly uncomfortable, he drew his, and slowly passed it to the Uruk.

Aragorn watched him, keeping his hand on the hilt of his blade, ready for any sudden move. Ghash, taking the sword, turned the blade in his hand, feeling the form and learning the weight. It felt good to hold a weapon again. It was lighter than he was accustomed to, but it was a good blade. He turned to the boy he had called forward. "Draw your weapon." he said, which the boy made no argument against, quickly drawing his sword. "We shall begin with one on one combat. Fight as you would if I were an enemy." he stepped forward, holding the blade casually to his side. "Begin." he said looking to the boy.

The boy first looked to Aragorn for confirmation, but when he nodded, the boy turned on Ghash, swinging his blade as hard and fast as he could. Ghash simply sidestepped, and carelessly tapped the boy's cuirass with the side of the blade. "Poor choice. Wait for your enemy to make the first move. An Uruk Hai shall hit hard and heavy, to intimidate and stun you. With such an enemy, you should let them make themselves vulnerable. Again." he said, in a highly disinterested tone.

The boy quickly collected himself, turning to face the Uruk. He slowly stepped toward Ghash, trying to let him make the first attack. Ghash, not really intending to attack, moved his sword in the boy's direction, giving him a chance to make a move. The boy parried, and tilted the blade, hoping to break the crossed swords, but only slid Ghash's sword to where he could tap the boy's pauldron. "That method works to break a stalemate, do not let me use it to my advantage. Again." he said. The boy felt both confused and increasingly aggravated as his opponent was not only an actual orc but one that seemed bored!

After some time of the boy making an attack only to fail, he grew aggravated and tired of being told 'again' so many times! "This is ridiculous! A real field battle would not take so long with one enemy!" he argued. "Correct, in reality, you would have died by your first failed attack." said Ghash casually. "I'm supposed to learn how to fight in a battle against hundreds of Orcs, not one!" he said. Ghash tensed but remained calm. "Incorrect. You are not battling hundreds of orcs, you are battling two, possibly three Uruk Hai at a time." he said. The boy looked to Aragorn, either questioning his choices or simply asking for sympathy, but Aragorn just motioned for him to continue. "Now fight." Said Ghash, this time putting a little more force in his swing, taking the boy by surprise, and he had to quickly deflect the attack.

After a while, Ghash directed the boy to trade places with one of the other men, so he could observe and take notes. There, Ghash began a new battle with a new man who had watched the first one. He was no better prepared to beat him, but he had learned enough to put what he had seen into practice. Aragorn watched in quiet interest. He was giving decent advice and hadn't yet attacked with intent to harm. He spoke with a clear low opinion of the men, patronizing them, riling them up. But despite this, he may potentially serve a purpose.