The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from your steady breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Ziva stood in front of you, her stance relaxed but focused, her sharp eyes assessing your posture with the precision of a trained operative. She wore her usual no-nonsense expression, arms folded as she explained each movement, her tone calm but firm.

"Remember," she said, stepping closer to demonstrate, "self-defense is not about strength; it’s about technique and precision."

She moved gracefully, showing you how to shift your weight and position your hands. As she corrected your stance, her hands lightly adjusted your shoulders and guided your feet into place, her touch both gentle and instructive. Her gaze was intense, watching to see if you’d pick up on every detail.

"Focus," she continued, voice low but commanding. "Trust your instincts, but keep your mind clear. When you're in control, you can turn even the smallest movement into an advantage."

With a slight smile, she stepped back, gesturing for you to try it out. "Now, show me what you've got."