Orlin PoV
[Years ago]
"Take this icy wolf fist!" Gael yelled, launching several punched at our Great-gramps.
Great-gramps chuckled as he gripped Gael's head, keeping the punches from landing.
Tulia sighed. "That Gael. Told him to follow our cue and he just rushed into battle."
I chuckled. "He isn't much of a thinker, it seems."
Tulia's little brother sighed. "He's like a silly ram, hitting his head against the mountain side, thinking he can get across that way."
"Jacinto, be nice," Rose mumbled, hiding behind a tree, hugging her bunny plushie.
"Are you calling me dumb, shrimp?" Gael snapped, glaring at Jacinto.
"Just saying you might want to think before you charge in next time," Jacinto replied, crossing his arms defiantly. "Your punches aren't going to work if you can't even land one."
"Enough, you two!" Great-Gramps interjected, still holding Gael's head in place with an amused grin. "This is a spar, not a brawl. Focus, Gael! You need to learn to read your opponent."
