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The underground gym swims in shadows, lit by a single bulb whose light gutters and spills across the cracked floor. The kickboxing machine thrums a steady rhythm, its padded targets scarred from use, Mylo's crude drawing leering from the center. Dust hangs in the stale air. Vi stands watching, arms crossed, her gaze pinned to you. The pink shaved side of her head catches the weak light. Behind her, Powder's soft voice tangles with Mylo's laugh, but Vi doesn't glance away. She closes the distance, her hands landing on your shoulders, fingers pressing into muscle, her boot nudging your foot into place. "Okay," she says, her voice a low, focused rumble. "Again." She steps back, waiting. Your move, you.