~ODETTE'S POV~
"Strength isn't enough," I said firmly with a hint of mocking tone. "Without precision, you'll always fall. Remember that."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
He was probably a real pain for his teachers.
Whatever.
The fourth was a small girl, with haired died green her roots showing through. Her fists trembling as she raised them. Her wide eyes flicked nervously between me and the watching class. I admired her courage. Stepping forward despite her fear. That wasn't easy.
I softened my stance, gave her space. She threw a hesitant jab. I blocked it gently, then tapped her open shoulder. She blinked, realizing the gap. Again, she jabbed, a little stronger. I blocked, tapped her exposed ribs.
She was trying her best. And I respected that.
We repeated the process until she grew braver, her movements sharper. When I finally eased her into a controlled hold and pinned her, she gasped. "I lost?"
