[But mom. William looks exasperated in the way that people do when they figured they'd have to do something but didn't want to, breaking from a very mundane sort of optimistic denial. Hhhh.] Awright, [he says.] I've got some basic grapples, breakaways, striking, defense.

But I ain't cartwheeling a kick upside anybody's head in the foreseeable future. How do I start? [He glances at the punching bag, and back to her again. THAT SEEMS RELATIVELY EASY. Y/Y/Y?]