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He was sure she was still hiding things from him. That she'd told him she wasn't sure what her limits were kept him from accusing her of it to her face. Still, he'd changed his strategy.
It wasn't that she was strong. Or fast. Or agile. Or that her reaction times were almost prescient. Those things he was used to seeing in the Soldiers who surrounded his daily living. It was that her muscle memory was so good she merely had to mimic a move a few times to master it. Thus a day of training had been the equivalent of months.
"Alright, so we're going to spend the first part of the day doing some slow-motion training."
"Slow motion training."
"Yes, and you are forbidden ever to repeat what I say."
"Got it, no repeating what you say."
He sent a glare in her direction, letting his annoy
