~LYRA'S POV~
Kael started the session the same way he started all of them, by walking into the field already expecting more from me than I thought I had.
"Again," he said, and gestured for me to come at him.
I rolled my shoulder, reset my stance, and went.
He caught my first strike and redirected it wide. I used the momentum instead of fighting it, turned into the movement, and came back with a low sweep at his ankle. He stepped over it, barely.
"Better," he said. "But you telegraphed it."
"You're not supposed to know what I'm going to do."
"Then stop thinking about it three steps in advance." He circled to the right. "Your face gives you away every time."
"My face is perfectly neutral."
"Your face," he said, "is writing a full summary of your intentions and submitting it for review."
I came at him again, this time without thinking it through, and landed a hit to his ribs that was real enough that he exhaled on impact.
He looked at me.
"Neutral," I said.
