Wheel roared with delight as he fought the shifter. He saw Rohaan start to kick up the sand, and he had tucked his head against his chest and leapt backwards. When the hummingbird had become a man again, Wheel had pivoted from the leap and was read to fling himself against his opponent, springing forwards with the dagger to strike at the wild eyed shifter. And while there was determination in the fight, Wheel was deliberate in his lethality. A blunt dagger into the sternum would hardly have been useful in training the boy. Better to just knock him off balance with a palm to the chest after he had overextended himself and left his guard wide open. The addition of the dagger had yet to significantly improve Rohaan's fighting. While he was able to swiftly move the blade now that he could hold it with ease, he was still clumsy with it. Still, Wheel wondered, as he dodged the knife swung in a vicious downstroke by a gorilla, how the boy would find ways to incorporate weapons into his ability to transform. The curse had only given him the gift of excellency in battle, he was limited by the human frame and the feats it was able to accomplish. Rohaan, with the beasts of the world at his beck and call, would find new ways to fight. 

As it was now, Wheel could match how Rohaan had fought. There were more licks on him than there had been when he had just fought a boy, but that was expected. Once the fighter had become a boy, panting and worn, Wheel tossed his knife onto the raked up soil. Their sparring match could be tracked from start to finish by the scrapes they had made in the soft earth. Rolling his neck, he grinned at the lad. It wasn't a warm smile, however. Those who saw it were apt to think of the hunting Mantyger. 

"It's a good start. You'd be killed by any half decent country militiaman, but a start. Go and hunt game for us in the forest. Take a bow- you know how to use a bow? Take a bow and bring me something as a boy." 

Wheel turned away and strode off, going to check on Hana and Pieter.

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When he approached, he saw Hana striking deliberately with her staff, keeping her legs in line with her shoulder, crouching her knees, head forward. Lifting the staff above her head, she swung it across, digging the end into her ribs. Pieter squarely blocked the strike with his staff, the veins in his arms bulging as he held the staff steady. There was a sheen of sweat on both of them, and Wheel saw the weary shake in Hana's arms as she forced herself to follow through the motions of each strike. Life on the road had left her fit, but she wasn't hardened like a fighter. If she could master battle magic, she'd never need to. 
"Alright. Good work, you two. Pieter, go to the Cap'n. I want you two to practice with the grappling hooks. I've the hooks there, and I've lashed that sapling down for you to practice with there." Wheel lit a cigarette, puffing intently as he eyed Hana. 
"Uban's figuring out how to use that lightening of his. I want you to find a way to let him strike at a distance."

Wheel found a stool next to the campfire, and sat down. He had a moment to rest, and he was determined to take it.