Redstar began circling him the way someone inspected equipment—eyes steady, movements slow enough to read every shape under the skin.
She didn't linger long.
Just a pass around his back, another around his right side, then she stopped near his left leg and placed a hand under her chin.
"I think the best place to start," she said, "is your legs."
Don followed her gaze downward, then looked back up—only to find her crouched near his thigh.
She didn't ask. She pressed two fingers to his thigh first—then moved to his calf, giving it a firm pat.
"I noticed you prefer using your hands instead of your legs," she said, still hunched near him. "This is no good. Legs hold more power than fists."
She straightened, stepping in front of him again.
"More than that—if you limit how you fight, anyone skilled will use it against you."
Her hand returned to her hip.
