The storm rages on

Vincent had stepped outside to where he was to meet Jun’s father, not one to waste any time he was going to deal with this and show no mercy towards his enemy. The guy who upstaged him was gonna end up learning that Vincent did not need a ring to use his flames, though that was always his trump card. Dressed in training clothes and having his fists wrapped in boxing tape, he did some warm ups while he waited he would surprise the man with his flames. He would just rely on skill to start and work on that, though he focused his thoughts on the opponent he would be facing.

Once he was ready he closed his eyes and kept his guard up, not activating his power he would rely on the same senses most everyone else had to. He had been too confident in his defences so he had to learn to fight blind, break himself to the basics and build his way up. However he would leave more than a scratch on Jun’s father, he would strike him with strike that he would remember. If he was going to do something then he would not do it half assed, he would go all the way or not at all. “So we gonna begin here, you’re probably here and I’m not gonna take any chances.” He said as he waited and kept his eyes closed, he had learned as a kid that the eyes were unreliable and head to rely on his other senses.

Juns father slowly walked outside in his light clothing. A baggy T-shirt and some track pants. His body had a large build to it and it was a deadly one at that. He cracked a grin from his face as he saw Vincent start to stretch. "Your training starts now, no breaks for food or water. I will allow breaks at certain times but thats it. Your task is to knock me down. Or severely injure me." Juns father said without his normal cheerful face as he stood still looking at Vincent. "No weapons, just your fists."