And days and weeks passed like that, each one blending into the next.
Damon finally got the weekly training quest he had been waiting for from the system, and he threw himself into his training, preparing for his upcoming fight.
He spent hours in the parking lot of the motel, sweating and pushing himself to his limits.
He practiced his kicks and punches, his movements swift and precise. He ran laps around the parking lot, his feet pounding the asphalt.
He trained every day, his body aching as he pushed himself to get stronger and faster.
One of the moves he was determined to master was the Question Mark kick. He practiced it over and over in the parking lot, his legs swinging through the air.
But his proficiency was slow in coming. He didn't think it would be a good idea to use it in his fight when it was stuck on 14%, not yet.
