Professor Lena was known for her calm and graceful presence, always soft-spoken and patient during lectures.
But when it came to hand-to-hand combat?
That calm melted away, replaced by a razor-sharp intensity that demanded attention.
Suddenly, she wasn't just a professor anymore. She was a fighter. A warrior. Someone who could knock you flat before you even realized you'd blinked—and look graceful doing it.
"In this age," she began, pacing slowly in front of us, "where more and more people are born with gifts, and magic is as common as smartphones used to be, traditional martial arts are often overlooked."
Her eyes scanned the class. Some students shifted awkwardly, probably guilty of that exact thought.
"But I'll be blunt with you—boxing, kickboxing, even judo or wrestling—they still work."
She stopped, turning to face us fully.
"Magic is flashy. Useful, sure. But what happens when your magic runs dry? Or you're caught off guard in close quarters?"
