“Learn well. It’ll keep you from getting blindsided.”
However, since Payton was blind and paralyzed from the waist down, he couldn't physically demonstrate the moves. He decided to use Abel as a sparring partner.
“Abel,” he called out to the yard.
Abel, who was moving boxes, trotted over, dirt still on his hands. “Yeah, Payton?”
Payton jutted his chin out. “I’m teaching Dr. Sloan self-defense. You’re the sparring partner.”
Abel froze, pointing at himself. “Me?”
Payton asked calmly, “Why? You got a problem with that?”
Abel waved his hands frantically. “No, no! It’s just...” He scratched his head, looking sheepishly at Leilani. “Dr. Sloan, I’m clumsy and strong. What if I hurt her...”
Leilani raised an eyebrow. “You think you can hurt me?”
Had he forgotten the skills she displayed in the alley yesterday? In a real one-on-one, it wasn't certain who would get hurt.
Abel choked, remembering Leilani’s deadly accuracy with her needles, and shrank back. “Well, uh, maybe not...”
If she hadn't mentioned it, he might have forgotten. Now, instead of worrying about hurting her, he was worried she might hurt him.
Abel hesitated.
“Abel, stop stalling. Do it.”
Abel sighed and threw a slow punch at Leilani’s shoulder, terrified of doing damage. Leilani side-stepped, locked his wrist, and pressed her thumb precisely into a pressure point.
The capture was too easy. Leilani frowned, feeling Abel was being far too gentle. Just as she was about to speak, Payton pointed out a flaw in her execution with surgical precision.
“Leilani, your center of gravity is too far forward. Abel was being sloppy, but in a real fight, if your opponent suddenly pulled back, you’d lose your balance.”
Leilani froze, looking down to adjust her stance. A strange feeling washed over her. Payton was blind. How did he know her balance was off?

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