Legend could hear his nephew call for a opponent on the battle feild. He felt not relieved, but enjoyed that he was training himself for such things. He would chuckle a bit before heading off in his direction.
When he arrived, a young boy had already shown to be his opponent. Legend would walk over to his nephew only to speak a few words, "F?licien, you've got this." A promising grin would put to his maw, "Good luck."
Legend would then back away, a good distance from the two and would wait for something to happen. He almost felt a jolt of adrenaline himself. He was almost excited to watch his nephew spar, he would watch every moment of it.
