Azzy replied. "You belittle them, belittle their parents and their ancestors with whatever you want before officially challenging them to a fight, even give them a many on 1 fight opportunity. Then, during that fight, you can break their bones as you wish. People would say you have gone too far, but at the very least, that will seem like justice. What you did was just venting your frustrations on those poor boys."
As Orion stayed silent with his head hung down, Azzy continued, "If you don't like to do it, then do it as part of the deal. An equivalent exchange. I'll be your sparring partner every time you want, no limits, and in exchange, you apologize to them. What do you think?" He stretched his hand for a handshake and stopped walking.
Orion stared at his father's hand for a moment… then grunted and grabbed it. "Fine," Orion muttered. "It's a deal."
Azzy smiled. "Good."
The robotic steward opened the gates as the father and son pair returned home.
