Sweat chokes my skin as I practice a major outside reap on Belial, pushing him so he is off-balance and hooking my foot under his left knee, sweeping his leg out from under him. He falls to the floor, me still holding his left arm. I hook his head and fix his forearm between my legs, then land on my back, lifting up with my torso and fake-breaking his arm.
"Ouch," he grunts. I let go. "Good, good," he says, dusting himself off and helping me up. "Now show me a major hip throw." He throws a left punch and I block it, then hook his waist with my right arm and lever him over my hip. Belial crashes to the ground, hitting it with a thud. He laughs. "Now choke me with your foot," he instructs. I do so, using the side of my foot to dig into his windpipe. He taps me, a signal I've done enough damage, and I release him.
"You're learning fast," he says.
"I wish I could learn faster," I reply.
