The beginning after the end

The duo tussled and tangled. Áskell took note of his cousin's movements as they fought. Soon the battle was over with Áskell snatching victory. That was not terribly surprising being so much older. He shook out his coat, panting lightly as he settled down with a grin on his face. "Good work! Going for your opponents throat was an excellent target choice. It'll get easier as you get older. As your body grows you'll become faster and stronger. Experience and practice will give you the intuition you need to out maneuver your opponents." There really was no lesson better than repeated practice when it came to fighting. There was only so much time for thinking and muscle memory was the key to speed in reacting to an attack. His father had taught him that.