“Punch me.”“What?”“Punch my hand.”“Oh.”Jonny got into his stance, then delivered a solid straight to Igrette’s outstretched palm. “Same stance, other hand,” she said.He jabbed her hand, and when he pulled his arm back, she turned her hand to the side.“Punch my palm.”Jonny raised an eyebrow at her, then hit her hand with a hook. She turned her palm downward, and he followed with an uppercut.“Your form is good,” she said. “Who taught you?”Jonny shrugged. Shrugging seemed to work as a good response when adults asked questions he didn’t want to answer.“Did someone teach you, or did you figure it out yourself?”Jonny shrugged again.“A shrug isn’t an answer.”Shit.“I figured it out myself.”“Did you?”“Yeah.”She clearly did not fully believe him, but did not press further. Instead, she sighed and stood up from her knees, stretching her back.The two of them were currently alone in the backyard. The rest of the children were still inside, but since Jonny couldn’t practice normal magic with them, he was now learning magical combat from Igrette. It was the first such lesson after Igrette (...)