Autumn POV
We circle each other warily, our movements fluid and controlled. Zayne feints to the left, then lunges forward with a quick jab, but I manage to sidestep his attack and counter with a swift kick to his side. He grunts in surprise, but quickly recovers, launching a series of rapid strikes that I barely manage to block. The exchange continues, each of us trading blows with increasing speed and intensity. Despite Zayne's formidable skills, I manage to hold my own, my reflexes sharp and my movements precise. We dance across the training field, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the air as we continue to spar. I manage to make contact with Zayne's stomach with my fist, pushing him back and winding him in the process. He doubles over with a grunt and I bounce backward, giving him
