Block.
Parry.
Weave.
Return.
Their fists and feet moved like choreography with malice.
Both danced in tight circles, the thuds of impact echoing through the field.
Ragnar leaned in too deep during a hook, and Zayn capitalized with a rapid three-hit combo — elbow, knee, jab.
Ragnar tanked it, shoved forward with a grunt, and tackled Zayn into the ground.
Zayn gasped.
The world turned sideways.
He twisted under Ragnar's arm and kneed him in the gut to break free, both rolling in opposite directions and standing at the same time like anime rivals locked in a training arc.
Bran's eyes were wide. "They're insane… even more so than me."
Kara blinked. "That's not martial arts. That's just two dragons slapping each other politely."
Seren's hands were gripping her cloak like a concerned mom. "Are they seriously not using magic for this?!"
Elisse folded her arms, watching intently. "It's not magic, it's soul energy and Nope. Zayn's being stubborn. He's testing his body."
