The posters were still up and he'd had a few calls since then (he'd gone around and scribbled his name and contact number on all of them) so it made sense to keep going with his training. Fighting all sorts would help him develop as a person, that was for sure, and in the case of a fight he'd be better prepared to defend himself.
At least, that was the theory - he kept finding it was the higher classes that sought him ought. Perhaps he seemed tougher then he was? He had no idea!
Hopefully this round of sparring would be more even keeled.
Dekana was in his usual spot, dressed for athetics, and stretching on a mat as he waited.
