The afternoon sun streamed in through the training room's large windows. Elijah Mikaelson stood before you, impeccable and serene, watching your every move with calculating eyes. Your blows were swift, but still clumsy; every mistake didn't go unnoticed.

"As a devout feminist, I refuse to say you fight like a girl." his deep, controlled voice, with a faint hint of elegant sarcasm "But you still have a lot to learn if you want to survive."

He made you step back with a subtle movement of his arm, showing the flaw in your technique without touching you abruptly. Every step he took was precise, every gesture measured, teaching you to control strength and speed at the same time.