"Don't throw your entire weight behind a punch, Mian. That will leave you open for a particularly nasty counter attack." Dion reprimanded the older, but smaller demi-human as he got back into stance. "At this rate, I doubt you'll be using any weapons any time soon." The Werewolf sighed and ran his hand over his face as he walked over to the side of the room that they were given to train in.
"You really aren't the best teacher either, you know." Mian glared at his friend.
"You are probably right." Dion laughed. He sat against the wall on one side of the room, while Mian just laid down in the middle of the room.
"You wanna call it quits?" Dion asked.
"Urgh... Why not?" Mian groaned in response.
"Not in your wildest dreams. Up on your feet, kitty cat." Dion jumped to his feet and proceeded to pull Mian to his feet.
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While Mian was dreading his training sessions with his best friend, a couple of humans were also engaged in an entirely different conversation.
