"You're so steely, Kyle. What are you made up of, rocks?" I asked him when he asked me to punch him in his guts.
To say that my wrist ached like hell and Kyle standing there, unfazed was true and embarassing as hell. I knew, Kyle was two years older to me and much more stronger than my lean body, he was exceptionally fit.
"Stop whining and take your position again. Punch me with all the strength you can muster." He said seriously, standing in front of me again and I looked at him with a tired gaze. Is this man some sort of Superman?
"The only thing I can muster right now is a chair for myself. We have been practicing non-stop for one hour and twenty minutes, Kyle. Spare me, brother. Don't you pity me?" I asked him, pleading my way out of it and he simply gave me a stare.
He was lik
