After their spar, Aila felt her legs becoming stiff and stepped back from Damon so she could stretch out on the ground.
"Good job today," Damon praised in a mind-link.
"At getting my ass kicked?" Aila retorted playfully. She knew she couldn't actually take Damon on, although she felt pretty good about herself for landing a few blows and blocking his for five hours.
FIVE HOURS!
She never dreamed of being able to train for so long. Although, her body was screaming at her now and demanding a minimum of five plates worth of food.
Damon chuckled, "You lasted the whole session. And done better than anyone else I have sparred against." Aila looked up at him from her position on the ground as she stretched her hamstrings, "But don't let it go to your head," He winked at her before squatting by the side of her and placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
