Five minutes into setting levys posture and all, Razeal finally started.
"Yes. Let me show you how to actually be strong when you aren't strong enough," he said flatly, his tone as steady as the sea beneath them. "Extend your arm."
Levy had already been through the basics: how to stand, where to place his feet, how to keep his balance from collapsing under the smallest push. Razeal's corrections had been sharp, precise, and mercilessly direct. Now, with sweat already gathering on his forehead, Levy obeyed, thrusting his arm forward, straightening it to the best of his ability.
"Good. Now…" Razeal raised his palm slowly, eyes focused on the limb. "Try to stop me from pushing your arm down. Don't let it fall. Harden it as much as you want."
Levy swallowed. His heart thumped faster. That's it? Just stop him? It sounded simple, but when the opponent was Razeal.. A mad man.. it felt like wrong idea..
