"You wanted me to teach you how to fight," said Takaa as he easily evaded the boy's punches.
"My mom said you were a great fighter! You aren't teaching me anything but this defensive crap!" Everett replied. "I wanna fight!" He started throwing a barrage of attacks at Takaa.
"How can you fight, if you can't land a hit on me, boy?" he smirked and started to tire the kid out. "Brawn is one thing; having the technique to back it up helps you win."

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