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He snorted softly ‘Didn’t your mother teach you it’s not polite to ask an ex-con his criet a chance to teach me much She was murdered’

He briefly raised a brow before his face returned to passive stoniness ‘My father, too’

She nodded, knowing that pain and wondering what had happened They were ined ‘Did they catch who did it?’

The muscles in his jaorked ‘Yes What about your mother?’

‘The person whoa new strength well up inside ‘But I’ ‘If you’re going to take justice into your own hands, you need to see your opponents better’

She faced hiilante ‘I did fine back there’

‘You got cut’ Taking a step closer, he lifted his hand toward her arm, then dropped back He didn’t come closer ‘You could do better’

She didn’t move away ‘Better how?’

‘You watch too closely This’ – hethem at his eyes then at hers – ‘is fine for one-on-one, but with a crowd, you gotta learn the infinite stare’

‘And that would be?’

‘Instead of watching your opponent, stare through the for you With practice, it will become second nature You’ll notice everypartner’