TELL ME LIKE IT IS

Her eyes followed his paw as it tapped the floor.

Focus on speed and not strength? The idea never dawned on her. Constantly seeing her greater siblings throw their power around made her lack of it such a big idea that she never thought of what she was naturally good at. She always felt that Jael was far more dangerous than expected, and finally having someone confirm it made her feel better.

"So I don't go and try to overpower... I try not to get touched?" She was trying to imagine it and it seemed more difficult, "Well how do I get faster? Do I tire them out? What if they get ahold of me?"

The more she thought, the more weaknesses she imagined. How could she possibly win? But she remembered what Modesty said: this body was not forever, what failed now may succeed later. She was young and in a rush to grow up. She was competing with others instead of herself. How could she be better than now?


PROF FIGHT LESSON 1/3


"Speech!"