Never too young to learn

Arcturus internally groaned when his father started quizzing them on fighting basics, but he didn't show it on the outside. He just wanted to learn by doing, he didn't want to talk about it all. Luckily his sister spoke up first, rattling off a bunch of stuff that she had clearly memories from somewhere. It was all pretty obvious stuff that he knew like checking out their opponent before they jumped into the fight and the kind of stuff to look for. He supposed the thing about the different texture of the ground was a good point, not that he'd say anything to complement her on it and just make her already big head bigger.

She looked at him as if she expected him to add something and he scoffed as he reached up to flick one of her floppy ears. "Well you didn't leave anything for me to answer with," he complained with a mostly joking glare, but eventually added, "Well... You probably want to look for any weaknesses too, right? Like if they have any old wounds that are still healing or maybe just a spot that they're not paying attention to. So you can sneak up on them easier."

"Arcturus Fatalis"