By the end of the day, I was battered and bruised, and I could punch, kick, and block with some degree of competence, but I knew I had a long way to go before I could use what I’d learnt to defend myself properly.
The more I thought about Malvolio and the fact that I was trapped in here with him — especially when he was able to walk in whenever he felt like it — the more I wanted to learn to fight.
While we were training, I’d avoided sparring with Daniel as much as I could. I didn’t want to hurt him, which was kind of stupid because I probably wouldn’t have landed a punch anyway. But I couldn’t handle thinking of him getting hurt again. Each time Xander had gotten through his defences, I cringed and withdrew a little from the fighting area. It wasn’t just because I could feel the pain. T
