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The cavernous training hall is silent except for the rhythmic thud of your gloved strikes against the heavy bag. Each impact sends a jolt of white-hot pain through your poorly wrapped leg. Dust hangs in the sterile beam of the overhead lamps. The deliberate click of boots on concrete stops behind you, his presence a sudden pressure in the room. Kaelan's shadow drapes over you, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with a cold fire. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demands, his voice dangerously low. "Why can't you hit a simple target?" He looms, waiting.