"Block! Parry! Very good, now disarm! Yes, excellent, and... Yes, nicely done, clean finish."
Romulus panted like a dog as Evelina shouted these words at him. He had been training endlessly the past month, and he had grown in many ways. He was wiser, stronger, faster. He could survive out in the woods at night with ten packs of wolfs surrounding him. He was nearly invincible- nearly. Kronos was much more powerful, even with Romulus at the top of mankind. Also, Kronos had brothers that could tear Romulus to pieces and feed him to the monsters of the underworld. But, hey, you know, all in a day's work.
"Come here, boy," demanded Evelina. Uh-Oh. That couldn't be good.