Never too young to learn

Naiche smiled at the two of them, then wasted no time in getting right down to brass tacks. He asked them two fairly straightforward questions. Satira glanced over to her brother, trying to hide the knowing smirk on her face. Unbeknownst to the golden boy, Tira had actually spent a day training with Naiche and Pan, and he had given her some answers to the pop quiz ahead of time. "You should consider your opponent. Their size, their strength, their experience. Never consider anyone an easy win and never take your eyes off of them." That part had been easy—they were literally Naiche's own words that she'd internalized. "You should also think about where you're fighting. Like, this ground is soft and not firm, so you might slip." She pawed at the sand as an example. She thought for a moment what she would consider important in a fight. "Defending yourself seems pretty important. I don't wanna get hurt, so I need to be prepared to block an attack, right?" She looked over to Arcturus next, wondering what her brother would answer with. He never seemed the type to enjoy lecture-based lessons, so would he actually have a response, or would he just be chomping at the bit to start fighting?

"Satira Fatalis"