Everyone froze.
The students turned. Their faces were tired. Red-eyed. Breathless.
But determined.
Nolan stood slowly, straightening his coat as he stepped forward. His eyes scanned the class, his gaze far more focused than before.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, gesturing vaguely at the empty air. "You call that 'Knight Movement'? You think that's how you're supposed to conserve energy through five rotations?"
The students blinked.
One raised a hand hesitantly. "It's the way Professor Granfire—"
"I don't give a damn what Granfire told you!" Nolan snapped, and then immediately softened his tone. Not kind—but surgical. "He teaches theory. You want to move like a Knight? Then start listening."
He strode into the open space. "First off—every one of you, your center of gravity is too high. Your weight distribution is laughable. If someone so much as sneezed in your direction, half of you would land flat on your backs."
