Tamara’s pov
I woke up early in the morning for training with Beta Ross.
“The next step would be flexibility,” Ross said, and I nodded.
“I noticed something in our first fight and that is the fact that you lack flexibility.
You are too rigid,” he said, and I shook my head.
“I am a dancer; I have been dancing ballet ever since I was young. I don’t think that flexibility is an issue with me,” I said, and he smiled.
“Well, it’s good that you are a dancer since it will help in this case,” he said and then sighed.
“But flexibility in fighting and flexibility in dancing are two different things. And they shouldn’t be,” he added and then sat down.
“Today you will dance for me,” he said, and I shook my head.
“I am sorry, but I can’t do that. I mean the reason I didn’t pursue it fur
