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Thorn stretched his arm out following through on the throw like his father had shown him. But the knife flew up into the branches and thumped back down, target unmolested. He groaned, he used to be alright at this, but now that his body had outgrown his coordination his skills had fizzled down to smush. How sad.

Gamely he tried another practice blade..this didn't hit the tree at all. Honestly..what had happened to him. Just cause you put on a foot in height did not mean you should fizzle with skills. Seriously, if his father giggled one more time... Thorn was gonna pounce him.

Thorn accepted the appearance of the other male like he had always been standing there. The leaf knew he needed all the help he could get with these things which in his opinion were kind of like overgrown sewing needles which had pricked his clumsy thumbs too many times to count. Thorn was stunned at how much this male knew, a peak in youth? That was so cool.

"Like this?" Thorn asked and through the knife trying to get the flick right like Isaris had shown him. To his great surprise the blade actually hit the trunk, not in the right spot but much closer then it had been before. "Thats fantastic!" he turned and shook the shifters hand vigorously. "Thank you, my name is Thorn." Not many were priveledged enough to know his real name, and he liked Thorn. That and it was an awkward mouthful.

Thorn grinned happily. "You sure know your knives, I need to learn the art and fancy style, apparently there will be times I have been told where squishing my problems won't solve them." He grinned and waggled his hands. "I do hope I stop growing, its darned awkward when your arms keep changing proper angles for weapons when they keep getting longer."

He looked mournfully at his fore arms, they were starting to be overlaid with strong muscle so he hoped that meant they were about done with their stretching.

"Um, I think I need to brush up on my close combat skills no weapons. Like I said I'm still clumsy and my father is smaller then you are so he has no trouble weaseling his slim self out from what ever hold I have until I sit on him so he can't escape."

Thorn shrugged, "As such I haven't had enough practice, one can only instigate so many bar fights before one is ejected ceremoniously from the building." He grinned unrepentant. "What? They were a lot of fun!" He chuckled merrily. Isaris's advice on knives was golden, what other wondrous tidbits might he impart?

Thorn blinked..if that had been a real punch he would have gotten it right between the eyes tall or not. A muscle in his face twitched and he ran over his father's advice on fighting. Not that dad was much help for someone with a build like Thorn but that didn't mean he couldn't use some of the practices.

Thorn walked around the other boy, this had to be a trick. And he hadn't grown as much muscle as this lad yet. Finally he stopped right in front reached around the arm and fist to Isaris's sides and tickled him. Dancing his fingers along the ribs. Thieves his father had intoned had to think outside of the oridinary sometimes so Thorn would try that before he pitted his strength against the other but one could never tell who was ticklish and who wasn't without trying first.

"I don't think my particular tactics would work on anyone who wasn't ticklish," Thorn wiggled his fingers comically. "Then too I have no idea where the pressure points are, in the arms, Dad only showed me the obvious one for boys and the one in the neck that you can hit and then flee with..he also said if all else fails I should make sure my opponant doesn't have a knife and just sit on him." Yithiron gave a heartfelt sigh at this obvious dig on his gargantuaness.

"Maybe I should sit on Dad instead." He grinned.