"You're telegraphing with your left hip." Miles jumped the leg that Levi swung out and pushed on Levi's shoulder.

Levi hit the mat and winced, stretching out a hand for Miles to help him up.

Miles grabbed it, and Levi gripped his forearm with his other hand, pulling Miles into some kind of roll and straddling him.

"Tap out." Levi's hair hung forward over his eyes.

Miles flung him off. "You had a good week when we were twelve. Haven't pinned me since, but ...