Week One.

“Again,” I called out.

Ariana panted on the training mat. Sweat dripped down her face.

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

I walked over.

“You’re fast, Ariana. Faster than anyone here. You’re fighting like you’re still trying to overpower opponents.”

She looked up at me.

“Speed is your weapon,” I continued. “Stop trying to match their strength. Use your agility. Make them chase you until they’re exhausted.”

Understanding flickered in her eyes.

“Show me.”

She stood. We squared off.

This time, when I attacked, she didn’t meet me head-on.

She dodged. Slipped around my guard. Struck from an unexpected angle.

I smiled. “Better.”

Shane was different.

Pure power. No finesse....