Zahra's POVWe move to the centre of the training ring, facing each other. Around us, the others form a loose circle. Even Lucas has his arms folded, watching closely.Greg calls out, “Begin when ready.”Henry moves first, his staff sweeping low in a testing arc. I sidestep and redirect, the sharp crack of wood-on-wood echoing across the field. He comes at me again, faster this time, using the staff like an extension of his body—fluid and precise. I match him strike for strike, my movements quicker, sharper, every block turning into a counterattack.The rhythm builds, a clash of motion, speed, and sound. Small puffs of dust rise around our feet, swirling with every pivot and twist. The staff hums in my grip as I flip it, driving the butt end toward Henry’s midsection. He parries—barely—but I can feel him starting to give ground.“Still breathing?” I call, grinning.“Barely,” he replies, breathless but smiling, before lunging forward again.I let instinct take over. My staff blurs thro
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