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Write about the attack in the legal pad and note how the training performed.

Lena sits on the living room floor with the legal pad open on her knee. Her hands are still humming with adrenaline, the tendons in her forearms twitching with residual firing, and she writes the date at the top of the next blank line. The entry is not like the other entries. The other entries are numbers — reps, sets, durations, margins. This entry is prose. She writes: "Walked home. Man came out of alley between dry cleaner and pharmacy. Grabbed my arm. Shorter than me by a foot. Hook broke his grip — wrist bent, he stumbled. Cross to jaw. He went down. Did not get up."

She pauses. The pen hovers over the page and her knuckles are red where they connected with his jaw and the red is different from the red the bag leaves. The bag leaves a uniform flush, the color of repeated friction. This is a single point of impact — one knuckle, the second metacarpal on her right hand, the knuckle she drills the cross with every night. She writes: "Cross landed clean. Same alignment as bag work. Wrist held. Elbow held. Force went through. He dropped. Training is correct."

She turns the page and starts a new section. She draws a line across the top and writes above it: "Combat Assessment" and below it she writes three points. The first: "Distance — he was inside my reach. Did not adjust. Should have. Bag does not close distance. People do. Need to drill retreat angles and lateral movement." The second: "Power — sufficient. One cross dropped him. Jaw is a weak target. Confirmed by result." The third: "Shin — not tested. Did not throw a kick. Range was wrong for roundhouse. Need to drill front kick and knee for close range."

She reads the three points back to herself and the adrenaline is still there, still circulating, but it has found a channel. The pen moves again.

"Time: under four seconds. Heart rate elevated after, not during. During was automatic. The body knew what to do. Twelve days of bag work built the response. The corrections from cycle one — wrist angle, elbow tracking, core rotation — all held under live contact. No injury to my hands or joints. Callus performed. Shin adaptation not tested but readiness is high."

She closes the pad and sets it on the floor beside her. Her bare feet are dirty from the sidewalk and the concrete and the alley and she can still feel the grit between her toes. The man's face is in her mind — not the fear in it, which she has already forgotten, but the moment after the cross landed, the moment his eyes refocused and found her standing over him, naked and enormous and unharmed, and the thing in his face that was not fear. It was revision. He was revising what he thought he knew about the world and she was the reason. She lies back on the floor and her belly rises and her breasts settle and the warmth pulses and it is not saying good and it is not saying more. It is saying ready. Her body is ready and the training made it ready and the bag made the training possible and the rest days made the bag work possible and the cycle is correct and she is ready for whatever comes next. The ceiling is dark above her and the bag stands in the center of the room, scuffed and marked, and she does not sleep yet. She stares at the ceiling and thinks about distance and lateral movement and the kicks she has not drilled and the targets she has not tested and the legal pad is beside her on the floor and the pen is in her hand and the adrenaline is finally fading and the warmth is steady.