"Come on now boy, you've got two hands, use them for Hermes' sake!" Lucky taunted as he weaved his way through Isha's strikes effortlessly.
Isha had caught onto Common surprisingly quick, and like any other foulmouthed teenager had decided that 'fuck' was his new favorite word.
"Fuck you Lucky, fuck you and anybody who looks like you, you ferret looking fuck." Isha growled as he popped another hidden blade out of its slot and swung the elbow it was attached to at Lucky.
They carried on like this for a while, Isha eventually picking up on Lucky's teachings of 'be your own weapon' and 'always treat it like you're fighting someone twice your size'.
"You favor your right arm too much, your kicks overbalance you, and you're telegraphing your feints too much." Lucky said as he used his rapier to deflect a wrist blade, simultaneously leaning away from a vicious haymaker.
As Isha overextended, Lucky sheathed his sword and wound back his arm before clocking the young man dead between his eyebrows. Stunned, Isha rapidly overbalanced and fell backwards, a bruise forming where he had been struck.
Sighing, Lucky walked over and held a hand out to the boy, a tired grin playing across his scarred visage. Isha grabbed his outstretched hand, and as Lucky went to pull Isha yanked back and sent the older man sprawling. Quickly, Isha climbed on his back and pressed the tip of his wrist blade to Lucky's throat, a vicious look on his face.
"Yield old man, I've got you dead to rights this time." Isha said as the look on his face went from vicious to cocky.
"Yeah, you done good that time kid. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, dad." Isha said as he helped his adoptive father up.
A beat of silence, as the two realized what had just been said.
"Wait, you called me dad! You finally accept me as your father!" Lucky exclaimed as he hugged his adoptive son tightly, tears of joy pooling in his eyes.
"So what if I did huh!? Who gives a fuck?" Isha said as he struggled against Lucky's bear hug. Not really trying but still putting token effort into his resistance.
"Come on son, let's go get some breakfast and see what your uncles are up to, eh?" Lucky said as he released Isha from his grip, a warm look of fatherly pride on his face as he looked up at his son.
"I'm never going to get used to the fact you're taller than me, y'know that?"
