Moonspear even would i know in my lifetime i will be

The boy nodded along, listening as diligently as he could. There was a static hum inside his head from exerting his energy and not doing enough to recuperate it, but he had to just push past that, like he did every other day. He had to believe these conditions were only temporary, and he refused to be the weakling who couldn't do anything just because he was hungry. Little did he know his foolishness would swiftly drive him to that position if he kept it up.

How can it be more important than offence? Dragomir wondered, having nothing but an imagined fantasy of what a real fight was like to go from. He'd witnessed Moonspear seizing control of the prey in the river, but he hadn't seen a lot of defence in their maneuvers that day. In the cave in the mountains ... no, he could not think about that right now.

Everything else made perfect sense to Dragomir, but defence over offence was his sticking point. If you're quick enough to attack, wouldn't that mean your opponent can't do anything back? As if fighting in real time was some turn-based strategy game, of course.