Ryan lay on the ground as he gasping for his breath, in front of him stood his mother Ciara who looked a bit worn out but otherwise completely fine.
"Get up Ryan, UP!"
With a groan, Ryan stood up as he spoke with a grumble, "You are nowhere near my level yet you are defeating me like nothing."
Ciara rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Have you not heard or learned anything that I have said, it is true that you are stronger than me level wise, there is a gap of five levels between us, even then what have I been doing the entire time."
"You are letting me get near you and then dodging with minimalistic movement while using my strength against me."
"Good, you are learning."
Ryan pouted as he spoke, "If you had removed the heavy bag on my bag as well as allow me to engage all of my brains it would have been different."
