{Elira}
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But it didn't last. Lennon suddenly caught my arm and spun me around, pulling me into a light hold. It wasn't painful, but humiliatingly effective.
"You lose your focus for one second," he murmured near my ear, "and someone bigger, faster, meaner will pin you."
"Let go," I hissed.
He did, but only after Zenon's quiet voice filled the room again. "Do it again. Until she can't be caught."
We trained until my lungs burned, my arms ached, and my knees felt like they had been replaced with fire. But by the fifth round, I was no longer just reacting; I was reading him.
When he tried to grab my wrist again, I feinted right, ducked under his arm, and used every ounce of leverage I had to push him off balance. He hit the mat with a grunt.
For two seconds, I froze, completely shocked that I had actually done it.
Zenon's voice broke through. "Don't stop. Pin him."
