Who needs talent when you can count the steps

The Warlord took note of the crestfallen expression of his boy. It was especially important that Crux grasped what he could of these skills. That he learned enough to protect himself once he was grown, and out in the world. He gave his son a gentle pat on his right shoulder. “We will work on your forms, and then I’ll take you to the beach and teach you to fish” he promised the boy. Fishing required stillness and patience, and perhaps it would be a hobby the boy with a limp might enjoy.

Without prompting, Crux moved his body into a stance that could resemble a fighting stance, with some patience and work. The Warlord stepped up in front of him, towering over the young boy. “First, I want you to think about the things that will make you vulnerable. Things that would be easy to grab, and hold, or affect your balance. List them for me” He instructed. He wanted to encourage Crux to think about the training. He didn’t expect to get all the right answers straight off the bat.

"Sirius Fatalis"