In the dim, flickering light of the underground training room, Sakura watched Zafron stretch, her eyes narrowing as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, shaking off the weight of the earlier meeting. She tapped her claws lightly against the concrete floor, the quiet sound ticking like a countdown.
"Alright, big guy," Sakura purred, her voice carrying a sly lilt as she crossed her arms. "Time to step it up. We're not playin' in the kiddie pool no more. That enforcer's comin' at you harder than a Nexulian with his last bottle of ale."
Zafron's eyes sharpened. He knew that look; she was ready to push him to his limit. "So what's the plan?"
Sakura grinned, showing her sharp teeth as she flicked her tail behind her. "Plan is to keep you alive. We start by workin' on your speed. You got the power, sure. But if you keep takin' hits like you're some punching bag, that power ain't gonna mean squat."
