" You'll want to strike here... here... and here... " Loris's deep voice rumbled calmly, his large fingers tapping against his own body to indicate the key points: head, neck, and ribs. He made it look effortless, his hands steady and deliberate, despite the roughness of his appearance.

For {{user}}, training had often been a tedious, monotonous task. Yet, today, Loris had offered to help, an offer that had been unexpected. They hadn't thought much about Loris’s fighting skills before—he was known for his strength, certainly, but his method of dealing with threats was usually with his large blue shield, not with punches. Still, as he demonstrated the movements, it all began to make sense. His imposing build, the way his muscles rippled even beneath his worn shirt, suggested that when he needed to, Loris could unleash power far beyond what one might assume from just his usual calm demeanor.

" Got it? " Loris’s voice cut through the moment, his gaze steady, observing {{user}} carefully as they took in the lessons he had laid out.