"Please don't kill me like yesterday," she panted, her ponytail swinging everywhere as she dodged my punches. "Training is hard." I found out yesterday during our little sparring moments that she was weaker than most, making her punches close to harmless. But she was quick and witty. She would have to learn to use that to her advantage if she wanted good training from me.
I assume she wanted to train to stay away from people like the man that hurt her nights ago, and I approved of her getting stronger to defend herself. Maybe she'll keep these skills I teach her for later to use for the rest of her life. Who knows? Maybe she'll be good at it. Then I threw a punch she didn't dodge, my fist stopping right in front of her cheek. She looked fearful for a moment, but then noticed I didn't e
