Scarred by fate
His physical prowess is undeniable, each movement precise and powerful, compelling in its efficiency.
Oscar and I square off once more, my mind clearer this time. I channel my observations of Greg’s demonstration into our practice. The sequence feels more natural now, my movements fluid as I feint, then duck under Oscar’s arm. With a swift motion, I bring him to the ground. My knee finds its place between his shoulder blades, pressing down with controlled force.
"Better, Xander. Keep that control," Greg remarks, his stopwatch in hand as he moves to the next pair. I nod, feeling a surge of pride from his praise.
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