A friendly bout

In an open plain of soft green grass, the gentle rays of an

early afternoon sun beamed down upon it and it's sparse Red Cedar wood trees

which casted shadows in a western direction. Within this plain are two men

locked in a sparring session.

"Hah!, is that all you got Romerix?" Jeremiah said with a deep

and rough voice. "You got to do better then that boy!" Jeremiah standing at six

foot, two inches, his skin is dawned with that of an olive complexion, short

spikey black hair, adorned in an ancient Spartan like attire and an facial

expression of like one who is agitated or annoyed.

"I'll show you

exactly what I can do uncle!" Romerix shouted

with a tone lingering more onto the deeper side then the higher side. He was a

young adolescent standing at five foot, seven inches, long and black was his

flowing hair, a complexion of olive to his skin pallet like Jeremiah's, and he

also adorned an ancient Spartan attire, his facial expression shrouded in

seriousness.

With a swift motion, Romerix pushed a right fist into the

direction of a haymaker towards Jeremiah, being able to react to something

considered slow to Jeremiah, a far quicker swatting motion was used by Jeremiah

to swiftly deflect the incoming haymaker.

After deflecting Romerix's haymaker, Jeremiah responded with

a fluid and agile combination of strikes

by his fists, each strike would be missed within the blink of an eye as they

each hit with the force of a sledgehammer against a brick wall upon contact

with Romerix's face, sharp and piercing jolts of pain like a zap of electricity

dispersed throughout his jaw bone.

Taking a few steps backwards and dropping down onto one

knee, now bleeding from a split lip, Romerix is taken aback by this sudden release

of strikes that struck him. "G-gah w-what the hell was that!?" Romerix said

with shock to his tone. "it's called a punch that hurts." Jeremiah said

sarcastically. "Tch I'll show you a punch that hurts uncle." Romerix responded agitated.

Annoyed and agitated, Romerix stood to his feet, charging

towards Jeremiah with determination to win this sparring match. Upon reaching

Jeremiah, Romerix sent towards him a fast paced and quick flurry of fists,

aiming for his face. With each strike upon the flurry of many, Jeremiah would

both block with fast precision and dodge with elegant movements with an

expression one would call annoyed.

"your punches are becoming sloppy boy, you are letting your

emotions control your actions" Jeremiah said with a sigh to his tone as the

final strike Romerix sent towards his face was caught by Jeremiah by his right

hand with a grip one would say like a vice. Upon gripping his tightly clenched

fist, Jeremiah responded with a counter punch straight to Romerix's lower

abdomen in the location of his stomach.

"GUAHH!" Romerix said contorted in pain, the wind knocked

out of his lungs and the feeling only made his stomach feels as if someone was

twisting it in two different ways. Once again Romerix took a few steps back,

hands upon where his stomach was located. "*Cough* g-give me *cough* a moment

t-that hurt alot ghh!" Romerix said gasping for air and coughing, the pain only

intensified with each passing second.

"Oh come on" Jeremiah scoffed "it wasn't even that hard of a

punch Romerix, I was holding back as much as I needed to" "you were holding

back!?" He responded in disbelief. It feels like a Antullo rammed it's head

into me." Romerix responded in complaint. "Quit your whining boy if you think on

your journey in life people are going to pull back their punches like i just

did, then sorry to break it to you they won't". Jeremiah spoke with sternness

and a raised tone, his expression had anger written all over it.

"They will hit you, beat you, break you, try any dirty trick

in the book to win and kill you if they have to. I am merely giving you a taste

of what the world will bring you. Jeremiah crossed his arms above his chest as

he continued to give Romerix a pep talk about why he can't be soft. "it does

not care if you can not handle a mere strike or if you complain about anything.

If you are soft and weak the world will use it against you to it's advantage

without a second thought, understand Romerix?"

"Yes I understand uncle. "Romerix responded with a

disheartened look, he never really liked when Jeremiah spoke to him in such a

way as it made him feel as if he wasn't doing good enough. "I may be a hard ass

Romerix but it's for your own good, there will come a time when you'll look

back onto this conversation and see I was right." Jeremiah spoke in a calm and

reassuring manner to bring Romerix's spirits back up.

"I appreciate pep talk uncle now can we get back to

training?" Romerix asked "I think that's for the best now try and hit me like

you mean it" Jeremiah responded, lowering his arms down to his sides. Romerix taking

a couple steps forward, once again began to attack Jeremiah with a fast paced

set of clean and precise flurry of strikes towards his abdomen and face.

Jeremiah in return responded with taking a couple steps back, using both his

forearms and hands to block and deflect the flurry Romerix is sending his way.

"Good you are doing better then before I can actually feel a

tingling sensation within my hands and arms" Jeremiah said, his expression

lighting up. "This isn't all I can do uncle!" Romerix shouted with an angered

expression. As he planted his feet firmly on the rich soil of the ground,

bending his body to the right and cocking his right arm as far back as his body

abled him to. A soft and gentle glow of gold energy similar to that of oil

enveloped around the fist and lower forearm of Romerix's right arm.

"HAAAHHH!" Romerix shouted with everything his lungs had and

as loud as his voice box allowed sound to escape from his vocal cords. With a

fast paced frontal motion and movement of his right side and right arm, Romerix

brought a powerful and mighty Fist infused with Tahor Chai directly in contact

with Jeremiah's sternum. With feet planted firmly upon the ground, the force

behind such a punch was strong enough to cause Jeremiah to move backwards as if

someone would be pushing him as he came to a halt from the motion inflicting

his body.

He began to feel a high level of discomfort within his

chest, the pain was a small infliction 

like if he was to bump into a wall, Rubbing his sternum Jeremiah smiled

at Romerix's effort. "Well well boy you actually managed to hit me and cause a

small amount of pain, you impressed me." Jeremiah said, his expression slightly

happy. "Hehe well you did tell me to hit you like i meant it" Romerix Responded

smugly.