Cass sat under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, trying to lose herself in her book—again. The distant sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the low, taunting chuckles of Uriel kept pulling her attention back to the sparring session playing out in the courtyard. She'd been sitting there long enough to know how this would go: Uriel dancing around Jamee's swings, slipping past each of his attacks with ease, all while tossing out condescending advice.
"Don't waste your strength from the start," Uriel called, blocking one of Jamee's punches effortlessly. "Hold back until the last second, and then release. All that power needs to land when it matters most."
