DAVE
Parallel Education
The King's fist stops three inches from my face, held there with control that makes the restraint more threatening than actual impact. We've been sparring for two hours, and my body screams protest despite divine fire healing damage as fast as he inflicts it. Sweat pours down my back, soaking through the shirt I should have abandoned an hour ago.
"You're thinking like a lawyer again." He withdraws his hand, circling me with predator focus. "Analyzing angles, calculating trajectories, trying to predict my next move through logic."
"That's how I'm trained." The defensive edge in my voice makes me wince.
"And it makes you slower than you should be." He moves before I can process the statement, sweep taking my legs out from under me. I hit the training hall floor h
