smite me oh mighty smiter

Ah, of course Iroh answered the call. Pyrrhic grinned at his cousin as he and his mandrill companion approached. Once Iroh was within range he reached out and tried to thump him on the shoulder with a paw. He greeted the younger Abraxas with a warm and simple, "Iroh." Through everything Iroh had been a rock. In a way he reminded Pyrrhic of his dad. His presence was always solid and never, not once, had he ever been anything but a rational voice even when Pyrrhic was struggling with irrationality. For one so young he was just the sort of sounding board Pyrrhic needed. "You up for a match? A crummy morning like this would sure be improved by a spar."