{Elira}
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Lennon barked a laugh, but I caught the flicker of respect in his eyes.
Then, Rennon moved first—his strike clean, controlled, aimed not at strength but at placement.
He ducked beneath Lennon's arm and swept his leg lightly—a manoeuvre that would've floored anyone less agile. Lennon stumbled, flames flaring in reflex before he caught himself.
Zenon raised a hand. "Enough."
The air stilled instantly. Lennon exhaled, flames fading from his arms, while Rennon straightened, expression composed as ever.
"That," Zenon said, looking at me now, "is balance. Fire and foresight. One fights from instinct. The other from knowledge. Learn both."
I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from the two brothers. Lennon winked at me, his grin returning. "See, little wolf? Lesson one — never underestimate a man who can see your next mistake before you make it."
Rennon chuckled under his breath. "And lesson two, never underestimate a man too stubborn to stop trying."
