Tyler’s POV
Five classes in, and the yard listens sharp, sharper than I have seen in years. Ruby teaches like a fighter moves. Clean. Direct. No waste. She puts the tool in your hand, shows it quick, then breaks it down until you feel every part. Less power, more control. I have said it before, but she makes it stick.
First morning, she took the wrists from three angles. No one kept theirs. Next, she broke a choke from behind. Then she made them drag their feet through mud that wasn’t there. After that, she drilled breath counts under pressure. Last, she blindfolded them, set a hand on a partner’s shoulder, and made them move as if the ground could vanish. They hated it. They learned.
She spends an hour with Lily every day, board or not. Sometimes she is a second pair of hands. Sometime
