Fourteen:
Rick seemed to derive some type of sadistic pleasure as he helped Eve work us over. Four and a half days of non-stop punishing pugilist activities. Then, when we thought we were getting a break, Eve brought out her swords.
There were no more brutal, thorough, and impactful taskmasters than Eve and Rick in combination. Eve was not a traditional fighter, but she seemed to have developed her very own version of combat and chaos. She sowed discordance and unbalancing brutality into a form of twisted martial arts.
She didn’t teach katas, she disjointed you, reaping pain and chaos in every possible manner. Even without demonic powers, I could grasp the sort of logic her mind wove in her fighting style. I marveled at her, the brutal efficiency of how she could dismantle opponents,
