Knock off the rust

It didn't take long for the boy to show up, skidding to a stop and spraying slush all over Bass' form. He flinched backwards, his eyes closing against the assault of cold, icy water. Ever so slowly he opened his eyes, shaking himself to rid of the unwanted liquid. Opening his mouth, he was about to answer Merlin's question before an unexpected attack came. Merlin jabbed against his own shoulder, the older male stepping back with an oof. Bass shook his head as he laughed, eying his over exuberant son with humor in his gaze. He could always count on Merlin for bringing some sunshine to his rainy days. "Yes, we're going to train today. Now, did Tinaro go over anything at all with you?" he asked, taking a seat and watching the boy for any more sudden movements. He didn't know if he even knew his defenses, which caused a flash of irritation to colour his features for a moment. Pushing it away, he watched his son with a single brow raised. "Can you show me your fighters stance?" There was a lot that he would be able to tell from how the boy stood, if he knew how to properly hold and defend himself against incoming attacks. They would go from there, it was the best starting point.

"Speech" -- "Italian"