1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war

Pyrrhic strode out into the center of the garden. He was careful stay away from the plants his mother and others had planted and hoped that if he accidentally squished a couple they would forgive him. The garden was a good place to spar, though. Well, kinda. It was a good place because it was a terrible place. Important plants were planted everywhere. In places the paths were being choked out by vines and limbs. The space was cramped and that was why Pyrrhic liked it. Like many places he would undoubtedly find himself fighting in, it wasn't ideal. If he was going fight in less than ideal conditions he thought it best to train in them too.

After finding a suitably bad place for a fight Pyrrhic threw back his head and howled for whoever might be interested.

"Talk"