"Don't get cocky. You're still slow. Telegraphed. Any competent fighter would see that coming a mile away and counter before you even connected."
Her smile faltered.
"But," I added. "For day one? Not bad. You're learning. That's what matters."
The smile returned. Smaller. But genuine.
We continued. I showed her how to block. Demonstrated a parry. Guided her through the movements that would minimize damage. Simple things. Foundation.
She absorbed it all. Asked questions when she didn't understand. Made mistakes. Fixed them. Tried again without complaining.
After about an hour, sweat dripped down her temples. Her breathing came in short gasps. But her eyes were bright. Excited even.
"That's enough for tonight," I said. "You did good."
"Really?" She looked up at me. Those warm brown eyes searched mine.
"Really. Your form still needs work. Your speed needs improvement. Your power is pathetic. But you're coachable. That counts for something."
