Rough and Tumble

His wounds were healing- albeit slowly. And he did still have some soreness, but the pain only drove him to want to train harder. A reminder that he wasn’t going to be taken off guard like that again. He had done some training with his father, and had taken it very seriously. But of course, you could only practice footwork so much before actually trying to implement it against an actual opponent. That’s where Ludo came in.

It didn’t take him long to find his brother- Xairo approached him, his slim silhouette standing out against the backdrop of the tumbling waterfall, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the beach. The green of his eyes glowed with an almost eerie light, reflecting the determination and competitiveness that coursed through his young body.

"Fight me, Ludo." Xairo said, his voice carrying with the assertiveness he possessed. He was already establish a stance before his brother even had the time to respond.

"Xairo Saxe"