"Greetings father, and this is?"
Kanye nodded, "Founder Wrock, he has offered to give a few pointers."
The newly arrived individual bowed slightly to Wrock, "It's a pleasure to meet a Founder."
"Head up, may I know your name?"
"Youngest son of the Royal family, Neir."
"Neir, very well. My time is short, so let us spar."
"I thank you for your time!"
Wrock walked to a side of the arena, Neir stood at the opposite end. Wrock lifted his hands, "You may start."
Neir walked forward cautiously, Wrock eyed his every movement. Their footsteps were steady, moving at a rhythmic pace.
Wrock almost frowned, if it was what he thought it was then. . .
Wrock approached and Neir threw out a few strikes. They were solid and well practiced, but predictable.
Wrock smoothly dodged the blows, "Your movements are stiff, relax your body. A pugilist must be flexible."
