hey kids, want some skill points?

Dread wouldn't say he was getting antsy, so to speak, but it did seem like they were doing an awful lot of talking. When he came down for a fight training this was certainly not what he had in mind. Sitting around talking, discussing... it's not something he's necessarily thrilled with. Granted, it seemed like Hazel knew what she was talking about. The idea that to get the most out of training, he'd have to actually... think about it. Using his head, not just when it came to fighting and doing diplomat-related things, but also... after? Fine.

"Charlie, when you're fighting one thing, I think it's alright to swap targets too. Like if you knock one over, they're less of a threat until they stand back up. Then you can deal with the other threat." Dread looked to Hazel now for some sort of approval, trying to figure out if what he's said really was good advice. There was a nod from the older girl, and he's glad he's spoken his piece. Was it good enough? He could hope so.

"Andy, would you spar with me more? It's sorta hard to find opponents around here that are shorter and lighter than us." He tipped his head, indicating both himself and Charlie in this. Maybe he's a little sheepish, wondering about the kind of hit his pride would take if he lost to his sister. Still, if it was in the name of improvement, then Dread could probably take the humbling as it came.

"Dread Fatalis"