"Now, let me move," Nolan says, and he launches forward.
"Wow—Master is moving," Linda breathes, watching him. He moves so fast it's almost unreal. Still, she tells herself, she can keep up. Can her body react to this new level of speed?
She sprints toward him, instincts sharp. As Nolan shifts, she predicts his movement and strikes—but he slips away cleanly. She tries again, faster this time; he dodges. She punches, again and again, each blow met with Nolan's unreal reflexes. He keeps dodging, twisting, sidestepping—never quite where she expects.
"Amazing," Linda whispers to herself. "Even if he's dodging, I'm fast. My energy… it's like I have endless strength."
She tests her wind affinity. Raising her hand, she releases a huge gust that rockets toward Nolan. He stands firm—unmoved—while the blast tears at the garden. A tree topples; a wheel of leaves spins away. The force is bone-deep and raw.
