"Tyrone, your sword moves are still too shallow! Come at me with something that can display actual strength."
CLANG
"Jack, I am at my limit already!" Tyrone knelt on the floor, exhausted. After a sparring session that lasted for roughly half a day, Jack and Tyrone had finally finished and tired each other out to the point of massive fatigue.
Expending all of their energy had made them feel dizzy and partially sick. While this may be normal, it still meant to them that they did not have enough stamina. They could only survive for 12 hours, nothing more.
"Jack, I think I will turn in for the night. Catch you tomorrow if my body lets me get out of bed." Tyrone tiringly spoke. His shoulder became slouched as he tried to move, with his legs spazzing as he walked off.
"I don't think my arms have enough energy to even hold a toothbrush…"
