LOREN
Instead of the expected punishment, Loren just smiled at Beatrix as he caught the balls easily—even the partially disintegrated ones—and held them behind his back. She’d gotten close to the targets, but had lost focus at the last moment. Still, it was a tough task. ”Good effort. Really good. We’ll try again once your head stops spinning.” He’d caught the way her eyes had tried following the spinning balls, and figured she was more than a bit dizzy.
”This time I want you to pay attention to two things. First, your breathing: take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. Second, instead of thinking about where the balls are, I want you to think about where they are going to be.” Predicting an opponent’s movements was important. And while the balls were moving quickly, they were also following a pattern. Instructions given, he brought the balls back out, grabbed them with his telekinesis, and sent them circling about at high speed once more.
”This time I want you to pay attention to two things. First, your breathing: take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. Second, instead of thinking about where the balls are, I want you to think about where they are going to be.” Predicting an opponent’s movements was important. And while the balls were moving quickly, they were also following a pattern. Instructions given, he brought the balls back out, grabbed them with his telekinesis, and sent them circling about at high speed once more.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
