The days changed, but Ashton's losing streak remained the same. Had his goal been to defeat Mazton, his losing streak would have made some sense. But he couldn't even land a single hit on him.
Sometimes Flintmace would join them as a spectator, and every time he did, Mazton would go extra hard to cut the spar short. Ashton used every trick in his book to help make Mazton falter, but every time he would lose.
"Got your answer yet?" Mazton mocked Ashton before offering him a hand, "That aside, you are slowly getting better. At least you can block my jabs."
"Want some more salt to rub on my wounded ego?" Ashton smiled and massaged his blackened cheek.
Mazton slowly increased his power levels throughout the week to keep Ashton at bay. However, he would probably never admit to it. Therefore, it showed that Ashton had progressed through their short but fruitful spars.
