[ It seems like he's adapting well, so that's good. She looks away from him and to the ring, where the bloodied fighters are having their customary embrace. ]
If there's anything you'd like me to show you, let me know. I don't mind.
[ As the current fight wraps up, the next fighters jostle to take center stage. The crowd cheers them on and Gray automatically focuses on how the fighters move, trying to predict what kind of fighters they'll be, but she doesn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to analyze them in the end: their undisciplined footwork and flailing, widely projected movements spell things out neatly, this fight more about blown steam than killing intent. That's probably better, Gray thinks, even if it means there isn't much for her to learn from this clumsy encounter except for what not to do in a fight, and her attention relaxes from the match with that realization. ]
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If there's anything you'd like me to show you, let me know. I don't mind.
[ As the current fight wraps up, the next fighters jostle to take center stage. The crowd cheers them on and Gray automatically focuses on how the fighters move, trying to predict what kind of fighters they'll be, but she doesn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to analyze them in the end: their undisciplined footwork and flailing, widely projected movements spell things out neatly, this fight more about blown steam than killing intent. That's probably better, Gray thinks, even if it means there isn't much for her to learn from this clumsy encounter except for what not to do in a fight, and her attention relaxes from the match with that realization. ]