DJ thrust his arms down forcefully, the swish of his linen proclaiming his frustration, and stormed away. Cassandra approached LYS, humming.
LYS help the palm of his left hand up to Cassandra. "Hold on, little one. There's no talking during a bout."
"It's how I concentrate," said Cassandra.
"No talking," insisted LYS.
"I wasn't talking, I was humming."
"Look, if you're not ready to follow the rules, then you obviously don't belong here."
"Hey!" cried the Coach. "I'm in charge here, I say who stays and doesn't."
Cassandra had turned her head to look at the Coach, then turned back to LYS, and looked at him squarely. "Victory is not possible for you," she said.
LYS' eyes got big. The Coach stepped forward and was about to speak, when suddently LYS laughed. "OK then!" said LYS. "Show me what you've got."
Cassandra approach gingerly, and LYS stood motionless, chuckling. Cassandra extended her foil, feet still on the ground, and LYS, rather than parrying, leaned to his left to avoid the touch. Cassandra extended again, and LYS leaned to his right, chuckling more forcefully. Another extension, and LYS ducked down, then extended with his foil for the touch.
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