Each punch and kick
My eyes narrow on the professor stalking back and forth in front of me. I watch the smoothness of his movements, the way he embodies the predator behavior of his wolf. And I am his prey.
As soon as he walked into the meadow, I lunged towards him and forced him to defend himself. My fists swinging, he caught a blow to the jaw before we broke apart and began this staring contest. Watching each other and waiting for someone to make the next move.
Luca opens his mouth to say something, so I cut him off. "No talking. I agreed to training, not talking." His mouth shuts in surprise so quickly I hear his teeth click. So I grin and add, "Besides, I already have to hear enough of your shit during lecture."
Luca's eyes flare, but not with anger. He is holding back laughter, and I do my best to not laugh with him.