Asura's body crashed into the training dummy one last time, his magic exploding in a line of flames, forming a wall before his sword followed the fire and slashed it in half; his training filled his body with bruises, wounds and dirt.
His body dropped like a sack of potatoes—after destroying the last dummy, his body fell as he began breathing deeply, "Haa...ha.....haa... I did it..." This training exhausted him as sweat began oozing down his face, and lacking power, he closed his eyes.
'It almost felt so natural...'
The pain in his body began spreading, a plague of muscle cramps and the feeling of agony as he tried to straighten his legs, but the muscles were so tight and began to contract and twist, almost making him call out to lower the pain.
