[MATCH STARTING IN: 20...]
The numbers ticked down in the center of his vision, glowing with a soft, ominous amber hue. But Kael wasn't looking at them. His gaze was turned inward, sifting through the memories of the last few weeks—specifically, the grueling theoretical lessons that had redefined his understanding of combat.
Seraphina had been relentless. Once Kael had admitted he didn't understand why he was strong, she had taken it upon herself to educate him, mostly so he wouldn't embarrass the Faction.
She had drawn a line in the sand regarding Weapon Mastery.
"From 1% to 9%," she had explained, drawing a diagram in the dirt with a stick, "you are a technician. You are learning the physics of the tool. How to grip the hilt so it doesn't slip. How to align your edge. How to transfer weight from your hips to your wrist. It is purely mechanical."
