Blakely’s POV
Training goes on for three hours, that’s an hour longer than we do back home.
My entire body is sore and exhausted.
We switched partners a few times, but Rex and I kept partnering back up together.
He was the best partner. He actually got a few shots in, so I had to train harder than I ever have before. He was nice, unlike some of the others I trained with, who obviously don’t like me because I came from the South Appalachian pack and were actively and blatantly trying to hurt me.
Rex seemed to enjoy training with me too, even laughing sometimes when I’d do an impressive flip and catch him off guard. He also started to learn my fighting style and adapted to it, most of the shots he got in were towards the end.
Rex put a sweaty arm around my shoulders as we walked out of
