He wouldn't claim to be inhuman in any respect, certainly not in speed. Quick, certainly, but in no way reaching even the peak of human ability in agility. Still, he didn't need to; in this case, skill and experience served him just as well. Morgan still didn't move except for his arms, which flowed like water and mercury, swift to intercept blows, redirect them just slightly wide with a gentle touch to the inner arm, or foul her body off itself with a casual shift of force.

He'd promised to teach her without words, and he was sticking to that.