For the first, Ra managed to hold his own, veering his great weight and size to strike at those parts deemed softer of the older man. In fact they were, as gravity and full guts of beer shaped that which had once been taut. But always a spar put life back into weary muscles, and the recent months of domestication fell away in a cobra’s parry, barreling into the youth’s chest, effectively ending the search for weakness.
In this time did Sapair round the man, feigning to one side before striking the other, teeth seeking that coiffed, gilded nape.