“Ahh.. Here we go again,” I muttered begrudgingly under my breath, dropping my training bag. It was time for training again, a duration I was usually excited for. Not only was it a fun routine, it also helped take my mind off the many things going on with Damien and odd deaths.
But as I entered the hall, something was wrong before practice even started.
I felt it the moment I stepped onto the mat.
It wasn’t exactly obvious. It was subtle, like a count coming half a beat late. Like muscle memory failing you for no reason. The air felt heavier, thicker, and no matter how many times I rolled my shoulders or took a breath, it didn’t go away.
I clapped my hands once. “Positions.”
The girls moved, but the timing wasn’t clean. Not bad, just off. Enough that I noticed.
Enough that it irrit
