"The basic form for keeping one's rationality during evolution. If you are seeing this, it means you have evolved to at least the third tier in ____." A man spoke, a few of his words were blurred out like blank lines.
Jesse watched him like a holographic screen as he walked around, "Knowing a fighting style, learning it and imbuing it in your memory helps keep you sane."
He walked to the other side, his grace and countenance on par with Alexander's or even more. His hair was just ear length but coloured with a natural grey, and deep golden eyes that looked like molten lava.
As he swiped his hand, his sleeves moved up, revealing a tattooed snake head on his wrist that was hidden behind his big sleeves.
"By now, you must have learned to control your claws." He said and his nails elongated, turning into claws, longer, thicker and sharper than Jesse had ever seen.
