Fourteen

Once the main course is finished, there's a short break between dinner and dessert.

A number of mothers approach Avery, one or two concerned about her training tactics, another few asking her to keep an eye on their children.

One even tells her her son's allergy, which confuses her - they're training, not eating nuts.

Avery is polite throughout all of the encounters, even with the one where an entitled mother says her son should get extra training.

"Excuse me miss," Avery begins calmly, "your son is clearly embarrassed by you showing him up like this. I am giving up my personal time to train all of these children, and I owe you none of it."

The mother tries to find something to scream about, but Avery sits in silence, staring at her.

After two minutes of the lady staring at her, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, she walks back to her seat in silence.

"My Chief Warrior would like to book an hour of your time tomorrow to organise a schedule for the week you're here, if you w