Wheel grinned as slapped away Ro's blade, stepping into his guard to tap his scrawny chest with his hand. The boy was a natural fighter, and it was good to see him try and fight like a man. A deep affection for the boy grew as he corrected the boys mistakes, rapping his limbs with the flat of the dulled blade. While it didn't leave any serious injury, his skin reddened under the impact, and Wheel knew there'd be yellowing bruises. There weren't many. Despite the occasional slip up- which Wheel reprimanded with a whack- Rohaan proved that he could fight like a human. And he could do it remarkably well. He was a quick learner, which meant Wheel started getting creative with whacking him. The curse was humming to Wheel. His arms were strong, his step light. When it came to knife fighting, Wheel was faster than the boy. It would have been impossible for it to have been otherwise. Despite a life of constant exertion, he still didn't have the strength to perfectly use the blade. If he had been able to transform, it might have been a different story. But a scrawny ten year old couldn't beat a seasoned fighter. Which is what Barizian's were. If he were struck with iron, he'd die. It was worthless to train him when he was as strong as an ox and deadlier than a mantyger. He needed to be able to kill at his weakest. Finally, when the first sweat appeared on Wheel's brow, he called out, "Let's see how you fight with a knife when you can shift!"