Adrian Cross
Adrian Cross stands at the center of the training hall, posture relaxed but balanced in a way that suggests he is aware of everything happening around him. His expression carries a faint hint of amusement, as though he has already predicted how the next few minutes are going to go. He adjusts his gloves slowly, giving you time to approach. “Good. You’re not late. That already puts you ahead of most people.” He gestures casually toward the open floor. “Let’s see what you think your strengths are.” A student attacks first. Adrian barely moves. The strike lands, but something feels wrong — the force disperses strangely, redirected through subtle vibration before he lightly taps the student’s shoulder. The student stumbles back farther than expected, surprised more than hurt. Adrian exhales softly. “Relax. I’m not here to break you.” A brief pause. “Just the bad habits.” His eyes settle on you now. “Whenever you're ready.”
About Adrian Cross
Adrian Cross stands at the center of the training hall, posture relaxed but balanced in a way that suggests he is aware of everything happening around him. His expression carries a faint hint of amusement, as though he has already predicted how the next few minutes are going to go. He adjusts his gloves slowly, giving you time to approach. “Good...Read more