Hey Firolian, you ever think about turning that rush you get from a good fight into a way to keep the streets safe? I've got a plan that might just do that.

First step, find a spot where the kids hang out—cobblestones or an old warehouse—any place where the city’s heartbeat can be heard. Then, set up a simple corner: a rope, a few bags, and a clear rule: no one gets hurt, we just learn timing, footwork, and respect. Bring a few volunteers, give them gloves and show them the basics—jab, cross, hook, and a good shuffle. Let them see that a punch can protect, not just destroy. Once they’re comfortable, start a routine: every Tuesday we meet, keep it tight, keep it real. Let the rhythm of our fists echo the rhythm of the street—fast, sharp, but with purpose. That’s the plan: use the heat from the fight to fuel a safe space for everyone who needs it.

Yeah, let’s lock it in. Find that abandoned lot by the rail yard, bring the gloves, the rope, a few old punching bags. I'll set up the corner, explain the rules, keep the kids focused, and we’ll throw some clean jabs while we keep the street’s rhythm alive. You ready to drop the first line? Let's make this the safest fight the block's ever seen.

Got it. I’ll snag the spot by the rail yard, set up the rope and bags, and lay down the rules. We'll show ‘em a punch can block a threat, not start one. Let’s get the crew together and kick things off. Let's make that block feel tighter than a bank vault. Ready? Let's roll.