The next hour and a half are a whirlwind of sparring, instruction, and pain. Bly seems to have a knack for teasing out your every weakness, showcasing them repeatedly and painfully before correcting you and beginning the lesson again. She's never smug about it, always serious and in control. When she's sparring, she's almost like a different person: cool and calm, a true master of the art of combat.
Attack aggressively, try to catch Bly off-balance with a furious flurry of blows.
Watch her movements and respond with my own. The best offense is a good defense.
Let my conscious thoughts go. Combat is an art, and I let it flow through me.
Strike hard, taking calculated risks and always moving forward.
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