"It's about control. About form. About not dying like an idiot."
He stopped abruptly and turned.
"Watch."
With a single smooth motion, he drew one of his swords and delivered three swings in succession. They weren't flashy. They didn't shake the earth. But each swing was fast, precise, and left no opening to exploit.
"You see that? No wasted motion. No wide arcs. Most of you swing your weapons like you're swatting flies with boulders. Wide swings are easier to dodge, easier to punish."
He waved for them to begin mimicking.
Victor took his stance, adjusted the weight in his legs and thought of Lingyun while trying to apply what he'd just seen.
As expected, Garran immediately began moving through the ranks, correcting stances, shouting observations, and barking orders.
"Too wide. Again."
"Your shoulder's dropping too much."
"You think you're in a stage play? This is a battlefield."
However, when he reached Victor, he paused.
