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The air in Fogwell's Gym hung dense with the smell of aged leather, human sweat, and undisturbed dust. Matt stood motionless at the heart of the ring, his body loose but every sense extended, tracing you's orbit around him. The soft scrape of shoes on canvas, the deliberate breath drawn before an attack—he could reconstruct the entire exchange without ever seeing it. "Your right side opens up whenever you fake left," he stated, his words slicing through the focused quiet. "It's slight. But in the dark, against someone who hears more than sees, it's a signal fire." He lifted his own hands, a clear invitation. "Once more. This time, don't try to impress me. Try to move without a whisper." A faint, nearly invisible smile brushed his lips. "Let's find out if you can catch me off guard."