The students exchanged wary glances, unsure if Magnus was actually serious for once or just setting them up for another round of his biting humor. He started pacing in front of them, his boots crunching against the gravel with deliberate slowness.
"Now, listen closely, because this is probably the only time I'll bother to teach you anything of value," he began, his tone laced with mock solemnity. "Today, we're diving into the art of unpredictability. Or, as I like to call it, the fine line between genius and absolute chaos."
He stopped abruptly, turning to face them with a gleam in his eye. "You see, most of you fight like you're trying to impress a bored audience. Predictable, dull, and utterly forgettable. But in a real fight? Being predictable gets you a front-row seat to your own funeral."
