Tyler’s POV
Five classes in, and the yard listens sharp, sharper than I have seen in years. Ruby teaches like a fighter moves. Clean. Direct. No waste. She puts the tool in your hand, shows it quick, then breaks it down until you feel every part. Less power, more control. I have said it before, but she makes it stick.
First morning, she took the wrists from three angles. No one kept theirs. Next, she broke a choke from behind. Then she made them drag their feet through mud that wasn’t there, teaching the steps that save you when the field goes soft. After that, she drilled breath counts under pressure. Last, she blindfolded them, set a hand on a partner’s shoulder, and made them move as if the ground could vanish. They hated it. They learned.
She spends an hour with Lily every day, boar
