Souls Of Change

Learning Martial Art (1)

Emmy could see two men standing opposite each other, a young man with well tone skin and a sharp tiny straight eyes, he had a long black wavy hair with his face almost looking like a porcelain doll. He had a loose short sleeve on and a long baggy trouser on, he had no weapon with him and his hand was folded looking at his opponent. That's Raze.

'That's – that's definitely Raze, I can't believe I get to see him fight.'

He didn't know who the other person is, a large dark skinned man who was all muscle and well-built, the man looks to be in his late thirty's, he had nothing on, only a short pant that cover his private part and his well-chiseled chest could be seen dancing to the sound of his heartbeat.

The man had a large scar across his face and he also had no weapon on him.

"Scary." That's how Emmy could define the man. As the referee discuss a few things with the both of them, Emmy saw a short boy at the front turned his head backward and waving his hand. Tracing the boy's hand, he