Lacy's POV
"Do tell, wife. Tell me how you can help them be faster."
From the way he is looking at me, it's obvious that he thinks I'm speaking rubbish.
"I read it in a book in your library, but I don't know how true it is. So if I'm wrong, you can't blame me."
He nods and smiles at me, before realising what he just did and going back to his usual poker face.
"Okay, so in the book, it says that raw power won't cut it every time, from what I have seen so far. All they do is attack. Their defense is poor, and even their attacks are the same thing."
He nods, his face serious as if my observations are correct. I take in a deep breath and continue.
"The first thing I read there is sprint training. How often do they sprint?"
Vincent frowns and calls one of the fighters.
"How often d
