{Elira}
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Lennon stood at the front and clapped his hands once. "Today is about control, coordination, and learning how to adjust your instincts in a real-time scenario. Some of you think fighting is just throwing punches harder than the other guy. It's not. You're going to learn that today."
He scanned the group, his eyes briefly landing on me. My spine straightened automatically.
"Let's start with a few demonstrations. Cadren, Vyra, front and center."
Two students stepped forward—Cadren was broad-shouldered and fast on his feet. Vyra was lean and sharp-eyed. They faced each other, and Lennon nodded at them to begin.
The fight wasn't flashy, but it was solid. Vyra moved with grace, Cadren with sheer force. Lennon watched like a hawk, then raised his voice mid-spar.
"Vyra, you're pulling back too far with each step. That's wasted time. Cadren, you're dropping your elbow every time you swing. That's an invitation for a broken wrist."
