Lyra POV

"Go," Lyra shouts, turning on some upbeat pop music.

She walks along the lines of sparring teenagers, her eyes watching sharply for any mistakes, with Kate beside her.

"What should she have done there instead of punch?" Lyra Murmurs to her, pointing at a pair of girls.

"Kick, and then get out of the arm-span area of the opponent?" Kate suggests, and Lyra Nods in approval.

Once they get to the end, they stop and turn to overlook the hall.

"Get two knives," Lyra orders, then pauses, "actually, get four."

Kate doesn't question it, quickly hurrying off the collect the four knives from the rack. She gets four...