Nathan sighed, watching the gears turn in Merlin's head. "Great. Now he's thinking even harder. I hate when he does that."
Adrian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "So, what's the plan? Are we gonna throw a bunch of books at his head until he magically understands combat better?"
Merlin ignored them, flipping through the pages with renewed focus. What Seraphina and Liliana had pointed out—it wasn't something he had truly considered before.
Up until now, he had been reinforcing his body instinctively, prioritizing raw durability and brute strength. But speed—reaction time, perception, efficiency—those were different aspects entirely.
Seraphina tapped the page. "Start here. This passage discusses using reinforcement to heighten sensory input. If you can accelerate your perception, you might not need to match her speed completely—just predict her movements fast enough to counter."
'Fantastic. The author never actually explained how these things worked in the novel.'
