CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack Wagner, knelt on one knee trying to catch his breath. He had received some martial arts training in the military, but nothing like what Eiji was putting him through. He had just taken a shot to the gut that left him winded when the pain to his forehead dropped him the rest of the way to the floor.
Damn visions. They’re getting worse.
"That's enough for today, I think."
Jack shook his head. It was getting harder and harder to shake off the visions, but he did it anyway.
"No, not until I can land at least one punch or kick."
Eiji bowed and returned to the center of the mat and waited.
Jack took a deep breath and mustered some energy. He was willing to learn, but he did have his pride and he wasn't going to end another day losing a fight.
He circled Eiji, who refuse
