Adruin heard Flint say he was a martial artist, and a fire began to burn in his heart. Competition was his drive, to get stronger, regain his powers, and bring heaven and hell together under one ruler, himself. Any practice would be good. Se new moves, different strategies. But if he wanted his power back, he'd have to kill his dad, and drink his blood. [i] Screw it. I'm going to get my power back [/i] he thought. "So Flint, would you care to spar sometime?" He said.