Hit two came forty minutes later.
Not for lack of trying. Luna was moving at what she kept insisting was restrained speed and Orion had his own opinions about that but arguing with her mid-drill was a good way to get a sleeve grazed by actual claws so he kept his thoughts to himself.
The problem wasn't speed. He could track her. Mostly. The problem was that his body wasn't catching up to what his eyes were telling it fast enough. His brain would register her position, process the angle, calculate the swing and somewhere between that calculation and the actual execution there was a delay. A fraction of a second. Small enough that against a human opponent it probably wouldn't matter.
Against Luna it was the entire difference between hitting and missing.
Reduce the gap, he thought, circling. Stop thinking. Start responding.
Easy concept. Brutal to actually do.
