Arthur had taken a few mental notes on the numerous weaknesses he'd developed over the years… the ones he noticed at least. He reckoned there were a few more he hadn't noticed.
Time with a sealed core had not been kind to him… and as a result, his skill had dulled considerably along with his physique. As clarified by his phoenix earlier, his cells were a lot weaker now than they'd ever been.
While he was still more powerful than the average phoenix, he was far weaker than he should have been.
The true measure of what he'd lost, however, was even harder to trace without a proper opponent. This was partly why he'd fought Brandon.
Arthur wanted to polish what he lacked… refine what he knew and restore what he'd lost.
His form… was flawed with minute imperfections here and there.