“Your left side is weak,” Dorian commented during one session.
“Your right side is overcompensating,” Selene shot back.
“My right side is fine.”
“Is it? Because every time I attack from that angle, you flinch. Just slightly, but you do.”
He paused, surprised. “Old injury. I didn’t realize it was still affecting my movement.”
“Well it is. You’re favoring it, which makes you predictable.”
“And you telegraph every punch by dropping your shoulder first.”
“I do not-“ She stopped, realizing he was right. “Okay, fine. We both have tells.”
“So we work on them. Together.”
“Fine,” she agreed.
They also had to spend time just… existing together. Learning each other outside of combat situations.
Which led to possibly the most awkward dinner of Selene’s life.
“So,” Kira said, looking betwee
