Slap 'Em Around Just a Bit

He had never been here before, but he was told it was a good place to practice. Ansem was wary, trying and failing to summon the confidence and courage to even go through with this. He wanted to be a fighter. To be of use to the Armada. To follow in the footsteps of the greater warriors that lived among them. But he had lost a ton of confidence ever since his accident in the flood. He had great plans and dreams for himself, and then it seemed to whither away before he realized it.

He forced himself to keep going, however. Refused to let himself turn back. He told himself that if he turned back and went home, that his mother and grandfather would be disappointed. And that thought alone was more scary than being out here. Clearing his throat and trying his best to appear more confident, he tilted his head back and called for someone to fight him.

"Speech!"