Rakshasa remained motionless, not taking a single step forward, her body completely still as her eyes followed Victor's every move. For the first time since arriving there, her expression lacked complete control. Her mouth was slightly open, not out of a lack of composure, but because what she was seeing… didn't fit any acceptable standard, not even for someone with her experience.
Victor wasn't fighting an opponent now. He was just training, repeating basic movements, punching the air, spinning his body, adjusting his posture between sequences. But the problem wasn't what he was doing. It was what happened when he did it.
