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The sun shined through the windows of the martial arts studio. It was lunch on Wednesday and Atticus leaned back against the wall inside the main room; keeping an eye on the students that were practicing together one on one. This was one of the classes of younger kids from the nearby low income neighborhood. Either they would come during the latter half of their lunch hour at school, or they didn't go to school and the studio was one of the few places they could come during the day. 

[color=0072bc][b]"Remember to plant your back foot,"[/b][/color] he called out to one of his students, [color=0072bc][b]"if you don't have an anchor point your opponent can easily knock you over."[/b][/color] As he said that the aforementioned opponent struck out with a sharp kick and knocked her over. He pushed off the wall and walked over to her, pulling her back to her feet and showing her the proper stance and motion of the move they were practicing. He took a step back and gave her a smile of approval as she swung her leg into the ribs of the other student. 

During all of this he kept part of his attention on the police scanner that was chattering through a small ear piece; listening for anything that might require him to run out and leave his brother in charge of remainder of the class.