When Eliot awoke from his deep sleep, it was quite light the next morning. Today he felt some of his muscles and bones. The bed, to him against, was empty. Eliot jumped up from his armchair and overthrew the stairs down. In the kitchen he hit on the foster parents who winced startled when Eliot stood suddenly there.
"Good morning, Mr. Spencer!", the foster father found again his voice as the first, "wanting you coffee?" – "Ähm, thanks!", answered Eliot irritated. The foster mother got a cup from the cupboard, poured out coffee and put them before Eliot on the bar. Eliot drank a gulp and looked around searching.
"Kilian is coach … in coach Stone' boxer's hall.", the foster father answered the question which formed just in Eliot's head. Eliot remembered which Hardison with the briefing told somewhat about a Wrestling team at school, "coach Stone?" – "Yes, you know him?" – "Yes, we know ourselves for a long time! Excuse please, but I should go home and take a shower!" Eliot nodded friendly and then went quickly to his pickup truck.
Steam filled the bath and was reflected in the mirror. Eliot let go the hot water over his maltreated body. The day before he had carried off some wounds and the hot water relaxed his muscles. He made his grimace and collected himself knee-jerk to one his ribs. Arr, this hurts! On the left upper part of the body side the hot water had a blue spot floods.
Eliot felt competently the rib to be sure that she had not broken. Another pain moved by his upper part of the body and he made second sometimes his grimace. property, not broken, however, it is bruised!
He can go the last days once more by the head. now I am a father and now have responsibility. Actually, I do not know how I should start it. I have many enemies and this would nearly also have cost to Kilian the head. How can I offer him a sure home? Maybe I should step a little shorter?! Going it to him by the head.
Fresh given a shower with bandage ribs and in clean things Eliot felt already much better. He had considered that he wanted to see Kilian in the training. He had the address of Hardison.
A few minutes later Eliot sat in his pickup truck and half an hour later he drove up with the training hall. The hall was on the first floor of a small supermarket. Eliot climbed the steps and looked only sometimes by the glass front door. Then he went in, however, stopped at the entrance.
It was a usual training hall. In the middle a boxing ring and outside-around different training stations. In the boxing ring two men were in a sparring fight. At the side a trainer roared commands in the ring. On the left on the wall to the coached men in three Speedball's who hung from the cover. Eliot let his look further wander by the hall. Other men trained in box bags and Punching balls.
In the rear corner of the hall he discovered Kilian. This trained in a blow-kick trainer who was mounted on the wall. Kilian placed a legal link Blow combination, followed by a Roundhouse kick at the middle of the kick trainer. "Well what do you mean?", coach Stone moved up to Eliot. "The blow estate car was not badly, however, the Roundhouse kick was explained slovenly. A good fighter would have seen the beginning and would have repulsed the kick!" – "Maybe you should say him this and show how it properly goes!"
Together two men went around the ring all around to Kilian. This did not follow Two, but placed other blows against the training device. "You must stand with your feet crosswise to the opponent and work more from the hip.", said Eliot abruptly. "Show it to him, nevertheless, sometimes Eliot!", coach Stone requested him.
Eliot nodded, took off his denim jacket and brought himself towards the blow-kick trainer in position. "Moment, Eliot!", coach Stone, "See to you his state stopped him exactly to Kilian. Thus a firm state looks. The feet point 1 l and the knees are easily bent. OK, further!" Eliot also placed a legal link Blow combination and then to a Roundhouse kick at the middle of the kick trainer. "Yes, nicely! Seen? The Roundhouse kick has he, from the hip begun after him the left blow sat. The shoulders remain on top! Otherwise your opponent could foresee your next train and repulse the kick.", explained coach Stone.
Kilian did not answer, but simply turned round and left behind the both taken aback. Coach Stone followed the boy in the changing room. "What gets rid with you, Kilian?" – "I do not understand, why he has come here here.", answered Kilian tearful, "When he burst one week ago in my life, everything has changed for me. My mother is a death, I was kidnapped twice and now I live in a foster home. And now he still takes away from me my sport!", he sat down on a bank and buried his head in his training gloves. Coach Stone sat down beside him to the bank and stroked to him the back.
Unnoticed Eliot had come to the changing room. When he noted that the both spoke with each other, he hid behind a wall unit. The words of Kilian met him hard. Eliot thought, would have broken after the freeing the day before, the ice between them. Now he had to find out painfully that was not so. The worst at the fact was that he could understand Kilian only too well.
Coach Stone talked warily to Kilian: "I can understand which is difficult the time for you. This was not wanted by your mother also thus. She has gone on the search for your father, so that you are alone not. She was critically ill and you know this. She wanted to know you well supplied." – "This Moreau has told me awful things about him!", Kilian Coach Stone entrusted. "And you think this easy? Kilian, do you find this fair?", replied coach Stone, "I know Eliot long since like your mother. He has made himself deserving around our native country. He is a good person!"
Right now Eliot Moreau cursed. this dirty swine has destroyed, I before I could build up a respect with Kilian, this. However, it is also my own guilt. I have done awful things for Moreau. How can I see yet to my own son in the eyes? Eliot slumped in himself and sits down on the ground. Again his feelings reminded him.
"Do you not find which you should get to know him for the moment?", coach Stone further persuaded to Kilian, "Your mother and Eliot have loved each other and have occurred because of this love to you. Why do you not try with Eliot to talk? Nevertheless, gets to know You!" – "What should I talk with him about?", asked Kilian. " Mix martial arts! Your father is good in it damn!", coach Stone smiled at him, "Well already come, we go to your father." Kilian nodded and together the both got up.
Eliot got up quick as a flash and left the changing room. He wanted to be got by the both not while listening in. When coach Stone and Kilian from the covering came, Eliot acted in such a way, as if he was interested in the other fighters and her training.
"Eliot? Can you maybe give Kilian a few more tips?", coach Stone Eliot nodded cheering up. "Clear, with pleasure!", smiled Eliot, "Come, We go once more to the blow-kick trainer." Coach Stone observed contently like the both in the training station professional exercises made. It would last a little bit, until the both meet, but they were on a good way, of that the coach was sure.