After breakfast, they went on with combat training. Wherein he ended up doing a sparring match to gauge his reflexes.
On the third fall, Rory was already groaning, feeling the strain and ache on his rear from all those throws that he endured.
“Still good?” Arnold asked, continuing with his boxer step even when he was down.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He grumbled.
He turned to his side in a slow roll, taking his time to stand because his whole back was throbbing from the pain.
“You’ve got quite excellent reflexes.” Arnold chuckled, backing away in preparation.
“I had some lessons before.” He laughed.
That made him remember how he used to curse that kind of training, thinking it wouldn’t do him good. Now he was regretting it, since he could barely land a strike.
“Come on Rory, one hit. Just gi
