Henderson's POV
"Henderson, wake up." Percy's voice cuts through my sleep like a blade.
My eyes flutter open to find him perched on the edge of our bed, his expression serious. The morning light streaming through the window casts shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw.
"Listen, yesterday's training session was a disaster. I get it - you haven't had proper combat instruction before. But I need to know you can defend yourself if we're attacked." His voice carries an edge I rarely hear. "Kain gives you speed, but if someone gets close enough to grab you, you need skills to break free and run. I can't be everywhere at once."
The memory of yesterday's humiliation burns fresh in my mind. "I'm willing to learn defensive moves, Percy. Fighting just isn't in my nature."
His eyes darken. "I don't understand that, but I'll respect it. At least let me teach you how to escape holds and create distance. I need to know you can protect yourself when I'm not there."
