Fighting her was like fighting a child. He had done this before, living with the Tribe, and recognized that there would be two ways to go about teaching. Boys were often given harsh lessons of both physical and verbal assaults, whereas the girls would receive less physical and more psychological lessons. If they wanted to survive they would need to learn cruelty. It was something he had not forgotten.
She came at him, but his stance had prepared for such a move; he pushed off his back foot and fell into her circle. Both arms reached for her extended hand, seeking the forearm with large paws. If he managed to grab this, he would force her in close; he hoped she would be able to free herself, if he caught her at all. There was little aggression on his face, though. Ezekiel was smiling, finding this exercise fun despite its darker purpose.
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Sage and Ezekiel practice a little more, and he tells her she can come to him for training any time.[/html]