Verus fought without spectacle.
No wasted motion.
No ego.
Just presence.
Atriya liked that she never adjusted herself to fit his perception.
She simply was.
And when they trained hand-to-hand,
he felt something unfamiliar.
Not adrenaline.
Not aggression.
Alignment.
As if his body was remembering
something his mind hadn’t learned yet.
War was shaping him. This was refining him.
Kent Wayne 
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