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Deathbelle wished that she could be a better support for the young boy, but she struggled through everyday trying to see to herself. She threw herself into care for him and the children she bore. The once Empress would do everything she could for the boy, he was taken from at the very start. She wouldn’t encourage any victim mentality though, she believed he was just as capable because he was a Klein. Through heavy odds she knew he had the potential to rise above.

Veigar was excited about being big enough to learn about fighting. Like she and his father had, like her own children had, and she assumed her grandchildren too. He was also wise enough to know he was inexperienced and without knowledge, but that was what she was for wasn’t it? Deathbelle grinned, ”Of course.” She answered patiently. ”First things first, the goal of any fight is to gain the upper hand on your opponent and claim victory. That can be done in an untold amount of ways, so as you grow as a fighter you will figure out your own style.” She began easily. More of the theory than much that was practical.

”For example, if I’m fighting you that is a lot different than say fighting Recluse for example. She is bigger than you are, and more experienced. Much of fighting is circumstantial.”