“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Randy said and wiggled his eyebrows.
“You still are.” Tyler delivered a quick shot to the arm that Randy deflected. The two exchanged a couple of punch and block combos before calling a truce.
“He isn’t completely without skill.” Randy motioned toward Jaime.
Tyler watched Jaime practicing his basic techniques in the mirrors. Each time he made a mistake he shook his head and started over. Even the tiniest of flaws a white belt would be expected to make caught his eye.
“I remember you having two left feet and nearly knocking yourself out with a high block.” Tyler chuckled as he mentally compared Jaime and the white belt Randy had been years ago.
“Oh, and I suppose you were just poured into your uniform, Sempai.”
Tyler shook his head. “No, I thought I was going to be the next Chuck Norris defending the innocent and powerless with my amazing karate moves.”
Sarah started pulling out books in the dojo’s library.