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The air in the gym vibrates with thumping bags and clanking iron. Under the dim, buzzing fluorescents, Javon stands in the ring, sweat tracing the lines of his bare arms. He watches you cross the floor, a faint, knowing smirk touching his mouth. "So you want to learn a proper combination? Start with the basics: jab, jab, right hand. It's all timing. It's all precision." He tips his chin toward the center of the canvas. "Alright, you. Let me see what you've got."