2.107 Understood

He fall to the side. Forwarding the stick, the old tried to hit him again. He rolled to the side. Another hit came without any delay, hurting him to the side.

"Wait." Lycaon said, breathing heavily.

"Slower than the old man." The old man said.

Gritting his teeth, he punched on the ground while lying on it. His anger was clearly seen in his punch. He tried to stood into a sitting position. But the old man hit his forehead with his stick, making him fall back before he could even get up.

"Now tell me, ca you go like this?" The old man asked.

"If you let me, I can." Lycaon said.

The old man then removed his stick from Lycaon's head. He then stomped his stick on his stomach, making Lycaon burst out air.

"You can't." The old man said.

"Why aren't you letting me go?" Lycaon asked.

"How can you?" The old asked the same question again.

Pushing his stick aside, Lycaon rolled to the side and stood into a sitting position.