Kenny was what wraith referred to as a "flyer", or rather the term was never used but described when elaborating on another's techniques. Some wraith used their weight with a strike, others sometimes dropped to get under their opponents defenses. Then there were others, like Todd's second, jabbed quickly, remained light on their feet, even jumping often to put their strength behind a strike or to dodge a blow.

The second was quick, seemingly blocking blows from two different directions at once and rarely taking a hit.

"He is." Todd agreed. There were times when he was sure the other wraith would fight him for command over the hive, but he remained loyal and content with his current position, though he might gripe about things occasionally.

The fight was over. One wraith surrendered with a sword to his chest, the other had been knocked off his feet and had Kenny's boot on his throat. Kenny wasn't even winded, but he nodded to his commander and went with the other two wraith to wash up. Sometimes spars were quick one-round fights, just enough to get the blood moving. Others, like the match before, were full out exhausting.