MyodLiam2

"No shoving." "Yes." They answered in unison. "No kicking." "Yes." "...No biting." "Tus, you're being a fool now." Garsiv scoffed, splashing water in the elder's direction. He pulled up the light cloth around his waist, turning in his younger brother's direction. "After all, even he understands that street behavior belongs only in the slums." Dastan's stance wilted slightly. His brother's words, though spoken in jest, were sharp. He simply nodded in response. "Well then, let us begin." Tus stood to the side of them both, holding a hand in the air. "To the east port and back. A hand must make contact for victory." He swiftly swung