"No!, Do it again!" Hermes shouted, frustration evident in his voice as he looked at a sweaty and crestfallen Ethan. It was the next day after school and Ethan had started his Capoeira training after visiting his mother at the hospital with the Protector. Her condition hadn't changed and she was still unconscious.
The Protector didn't know if it was the sight of his mother in a coma that had made the boy sloppy or if Capoeira was just that difficult. Whatever the case, Ethan's performance today was poor. He had barely performed any of the moves right. His stance was poor. His kicks, annoying and his attention was even worst.
