Dirt floated into the air at the moment of impact.

Mikey leaned back and dusted off his hands, looking down at you.

“Not bad, but you still suck.”

He spoke in a low, but playful voice and crossed his arms.

It’s been a few days since you asked him to help you learn how to fight, and it was not going great for you.

“You need to get into the rhythm, ya’know?”