Bearclaw Valley what would i do

The boy finally went down, rolling in the grass while Revui's bulk overwhelmed him. It was a lot like two children tussling; he was reminded in a flash of Arcturus, and the memory caused his chest to seize and he missed a step. It was enough of a slip that Evien was able to swat at his face.

When he began to speak, Revui focused again. He wasn't even breathing heavily from the spar. While Evien's accolades rose up around him, Revui stared at the boy and looked as if he might continue the fight, and then relented. Game over—spar complete. He sank to his haunches.

I.. don't notice. He answers, slow as always, as he hasn't really though about his own body in relation to his fighting. He's always been taught how to throw himself around but not why. He's used to using his momentum because he's always been a giant; but if he were to fight like Evien, swift and low to the ground, he would certainly fail.

A moment later, glancing over Evien whether he was still quashed in to the grass or not, he adds: You show promise. You are fast, and light. With training you could be formidable.