Fight.
Tyler is throwing heavy punches at me. His focus is entirely on how I dodge his hands, whether that be with the way I deflect or jump on my toes. We've been sparring for almost an hour now, and I'm impressed by his high stamina. No matter how much I try to tire him out, he just doesn't give.
"Come on, Holms," he grins evilly, a humorless laugh escaping his lips with his heavy breathing. "You're going to have to attack sometime."
I know that he's right, but I'm taking my time. Even in Sparta, I wasn't the strongest wolf. We were pure power and strength, whereas I have to rely more on using my enemy against me. I need to work them until I find a point of weakness.
I'm also breathing heavy, and just as Tyler steps towards me, throwing another punch, I roll away. I quickly turn over
