WEST COAST SMOKER ; weekly task, fighting lessons

meri was the first to approach, looking at the cosmic general. so this was the second in command? he could tell- she stood posed, dignified. a strong woman for sure. he was reminded of his own mother in her, and he gritted his teeth. what a loser he was. he was nothing but a runaway.

she announced she was teaching fighting, and the boy's ears perked up. fighting? he could admit he was pretty weak, but he did have to fend off the occasional animal on his journey. he followed her outside of the observatory. "i'll.. participate," he said, relaxing his shoulders and looking up at her expectantly.